fancasting meme: ten existing characters older versions -
Lotte Verbeek as Sansa Stark“My skin has gone from porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”
You will learn, my dear, as women we control so little of our destiny. Men do.
make me choose: treveleyann asked → giulia farnese or lucrezia borgia
As years slowly passed, discontented whispers died, those with objections to a marriage between wolf and mockingbird won over piecemeal. Some, already old men when Robb Stark called his banners to march southward, simply passed; others possessed sensibilities altogether more courtly, capable of persuasion via grants of land, raised incomes, the arrangement of marriages to young, comely brides. All the rest found their complaints worn smooth by time’s passage: no plague struck crops or livestock, no spirits stole away children in the night, no mighty storm swept across the continent to punish Winterfell for housing so unlikely a match. They were forever joined. Across council table eyes would meet, beryl and sapphire, and through corridors they would stroll with fingers intertwined. Gradually it was no longer the Stark Queen and Lord Baelish who occupied a northern keep, but them, they, together as one. A shift seen as readily between the pair as in their kingdom, an unhurried intermixing of experience and innocence which promised to draw forth Spring’s green shoots even from under the deepest of Winter’s snows.
petyr x sansa week » the cold winds are rising (day 6)
period drama meme : (1/3) minor characters : Giulia Farnese (The Borgias)
↳ “Beauty can be deadly, when well used. But beauty doesn’t last forever, gone like the snows of last year. When beauty fades? Your wit, your intelligence.”
Though wolves still prowled along the castle battlements, it was a mockingbird which nestled itself, dangling from a silver chain, at the hollow of her throat. The most foolhardy men dared whisper that a plot, rather than a wayward arrow, cost Ser Harrold his life; yet amidst the din of battle, none could ever truly swear someone other than the gods conspired to steal from the Young Falcon that which he held most dear. Winter’s Queen appeared impervious to such rumor, one ear ever bent towards her most loyal councilor, her most cherished friend. Once told the dagger at one’s back often cut the fatal blow, the wolf kept the songbird by her side. A maiden’s innocent love had long ago been tainted by experiences of loss, betrayal, cruelty; and while some lords quietly exulted in every shrewd glance, he found such circumspection only made him cherish her all the more. For in their chambers, with every setting of the sun, she became the pupil, and he the instructor once more.
Petyr/Sansa + endgame (requested by vanessaivery)
North knows no queen but the Queen in the North, whose name is STARK.
