And mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours.
I will not become a page in someone else’s history book.
Best Weddings Ever -.-‘
House Tyrell | Growing Strong | a golden rose on a green field
House Targaryen | Fire And Blood | a three-headed dragon breathing flames, red on black
House Tully | Family, Duty, Honor | a silver trout leaping on a blue and red striped field
House Martell | Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken | a gold spear piercing a red sun on an orange field
House Baratheon | Ours Is The Fury | a crowned black stag on a field of gold
House Stark | Winter is Coming | a grey direwolf racing across a field of white
House Lannister | Hear Me Roar! | a golden lion on a field of crimson
House Greyjoy | We Do Not Sow | a golden kraken on a black field
Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but they refuse. They cling to the realm, or the gods, or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.