B A S T A R D S ➻
fakebook of the houses
And then there’s this guy.
“You’re a fool if you thought you were ever rid of Eddard Stark and Stannis Baratheon. They were Robert’s men and even in Robert’s death, they will avenge him. Stannis for the sake of the family name, and Ned for the sake of a friend’s memory.”
“Or should I call you the King Who Lost the North, Your Grace?”
Though near Robb’s age, she was slim as a boy, with long brown hair knotted behind her head and only the barest suggestion of breasts. A woven net hung from one slim hip, a long bronze knife from the other; under her arm she carried an old iron greathelm spotted with rust; a frog spear and round leathern shield were strapped to her back. - A Clash of Kings
Jojen Reed was thirteen, only four years older than Bran. Jojen wasn’t much bigger either, no more than two inches or maybe three, but he had a solemn way of talking that made him seem older and wiser than he really was. - A Storm of Swords
Margaery Tyrell is a musician and everyone else is her instrument and she learned everything she knows from her grandmother Olenna. Cersei had one thing right — everything Margaery does, she does for a reason. And she knows exactly which strings to pluck to make everyone she needs to trust her, trust her. People fall at her feet because she weaponizes her niceness and her femininity and her ability to appear sweet and innocent. She says to Joffrey, “The subtleties of politics are often lost on me” while working with her family to plan his family’s overthrow and eventual demise. She talks about “her traitor husband” and his sexuality because she knows it will make Joffrey want to bed her, to make up for what Renly wouldn’t do. She feeds his thirst for blood and death and cruelty and understands that the idea of her being just as cruel turns him on; she encourages that, uses it to her advantage.
She uses everything to her advantage.
Margaery Tyrell will fuck your shit up, just the way her grandma taught her.
“But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw him, and they hated. ‘She don’t speak’, said the big man in the yellow cloak. ‘You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers.’”
Renly Baratheon’s Beard Appreciation Post
screenshots from this post bc i’m lazy lol [x]
“You’re a dangerous person. I like dangerous people.”