tumblrofthrones:

I still remember how you smiled when I put that doll in your cradle. How you pressed it to your cheek. By the time we burnt the doll, it was too late. 

rubyredwisp:

That’s enough talk of battles, Ser Davos. You’ll scare the child.

emiliaclarce:

Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water.

iheartgot:

My name is Brienne of Tarth.