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  • torchwood-99
    28.05.2022 - 1 hour ago

    I do hope that when Arya grows up, she’s allowed to still love to rough house. To get dirty, to fight, to explore. It’s so expected for girls like Arya to ‘mature’ out of that phase. Being a ‘tomboy’ is alright and good when you’re a kid, but as you grow up you’ve got to leave that behind. You can go through a ‘tomboy’ phase, but it can’t be just an actual part of your personality.  You can’t just like to mess around and enjoy stuff that it isn’t traditionally ‘feminine’. You’ve got to be a childish kid who wants to hang with the boys, which you will mature out of.

    When Arya grows up, I hope she’s allowed to kick that expectation in the shin, and still be up for a wrestle when she has the chance. 

    #ASOIAF #A Song of Ice and Fire #Arya Stark
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  • crunchywetspider-meat
    28.05.2022 - 7 hours ago

    Arya Month 2022: Parallels - Jon and Arya + Jaehaerys and Alysanne

    Jaehaerys → Jon

    YOUNG LEADERS

    Though only ten-and-four, the boy king proved from the first that he would not be content to sit by meekly whilst others ruled in his name. (Prince into King—The Ascension of King Jaehaerys I, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "My lord, when I was looking through the annals I came on another boy commander. Four hundred years before the Conquest. Osric Stark was ten when he was chosen, but he served for sixty years. That's four, my lord. You're not even close to being the youngest ever chosen. You're fifth youngest, so far." (Samwell I, AFfC)

    INNOVATORS

    The wood south of the river was old forest, dense and overgrown; fine for hunting, poor for travel. He commanded that a road be cut through it, to connect King's Landing with Storm's End. The same road should be continued north of the city, from the Rush to the Trident and beyond, straight along the Green Fork and through the Neck, then across the wild trackless North to Winterfell and the Wall. The kingsroad, the smallfolk named it—the longest and most costly of Jaehaerys's roads, the first begun, the first completed.
    Others followed: the roseroad, the ocean road, the river road, the gold road. (The Long Reign—Jaehaerys and Alysanne: Policy, Progeny, and Pain, Fire and Blood)

    --

    By the time the last withered apple had been handed out, the wagons were crowded with wildlings, and they were sixty-three stronger than when the column had set out from Castle Black that morning. "What will you do with them?" Bowen Marsh asked Jon on the ride back up the kingsroad.
    "Train them, arm them, and split them up. Send them where they're needed. Eastwatch, the Shadow Tower, Icemark, Greyguard. I mean to open three more forts as well." (Jon V, ADwD)

    NATURAL CHARISMA

    "There will be no trials, no torture, and no executions," he announced to them. "The realm must see that I am not my uncle. I shall not begin my reign by bathing in blood. Some came to my banners early, some late. Let the rest come now."
    Jaehaerys as yet had neither been crowned nor anointed, and was still shy of his majority; his pronouncement therefore had no legal force, nor did he have the authority to overrule his council and regent. Yet such was the power of his words, and the determination he displayed as he sat looking down upon them all from the Iron Throne, that Lords Baratheon and Velaryon at once gave the prince their support, and the rest soon followed. (Prince into King—The Ascension of King Jaehaerys I, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "The Wall will stop them," Jon heard himself say. He turned and said it again, louder. "The Wall will stop them. The Wall defends itself." Hollow words, but he needed to say them, almost as much as his brothers needed to hear them. "Mance wants to unman us with his numbers. Does he think we're stupid?" He was shouting now, his leg forgotten, and every man was listening. "The chariots, the horsemen, all those fools on foot...what are they going to do to us up here? Any of you ever see a mammoth climb a wall?" He laughed, and Pyp and Owen and half a dozen more laughed with him. "They're nothing, they're less use than our straw brothers here, they can't reach us, they can't hurt us, and they don't frighten us, do they?"
    "NO!" Grenn shouted.
    "They're down there and we're up here," Jon said, "and so long as we hold the gate they cannot pass. They cannot pass!" They were all shouting then, roaring his own words back at him, waving swords and longbows in the air as their cheeks flushed red. Jon saw Kegs standing there with a warhorn slung beneath his arm. "Brother," he told him, "sound for battle." (Jon VIII, ASoS)

    BRILLIANT TACTICIANS

    As the stormlanders proceeded from the east, Simon Dondarrion, Lord of Blackhaven, led a small host of marcher knights into the mountains from the west, to seal off escape from that side. Whilst the hunters crept toward one another, Jaehaerys watched them from the sky, moving them about as once he had moved toy armies in the Chamber of the Painted Table.
    In the end, they found their foes. (The Long Reign–Jaehaerys and Alysanne: Policy, Progeny, and Pain, Fire and Blood)

    --

    The wildling archers shot as they advanced; they would dash forward, stop, loose, then run another ten yards. There were so many that the air was constantly full of arrows, all falling woefully short. A waste, Jon thought. Their want of discipline is showing. The smaller horn-and-wood bows of the free folk were outranged by the great yew longbows of the Night's Watch, and the wildlings were trying to shoot at men seven hundred feet above them. "Let them shoot," Jon said. "Wait. Hold." Their cloaks were flapping behind them. "The wind is in our faces, it will cost us range. Wait." Closer, closer. The skins wailed, the drums thundered, the wildling arrows fluttered and fell. (Jon VIII, ASoS)

    RUTHLESS WHEN NECESSARY

    Rego Draz, known as the Lord of Air, was the Master of Coin in King Jaehaerys's court. A starving mob chanced upon him, dragged him from his palanquin, and murdered him with a cobblestone. He was blamed, as a Pentoshi, for setting the Shivers upon Westeros.

    "I would have the name of the men who did this. Speak now, and you will be well rewarded. Hold your tongues, and you will lose them." Many of the watchers slunk away, but one barefoot girl came forward, squeaking out a name.
    The king thanked her, and commanded her to show his knights where this man might be found. She led the Kingsguard to a wine sinks where the villain was discovered with a whore in his lap and three of Lord Rego's rings on his fingers. Under torture, he soon gave up the names of the other attackers, and they were taken one and all. One of their number claimed to have been a Poor Fellow, and cried out that he wished to take the black. "No," Jaehaerys told him. "The Night's Watch are men of honor, and you are lower than rats." Such men as these were unworthy of a clean death by sword or axe, he ruled. Instead they were hung from the walls of the Red Keep, disemboweled, and left to twist until they died, their entrails swinging loose down to their knees. (The Long Reign—Jaehaerys and Alysanne: Policy, Progeny, and Pain, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "You will make a crow of him." She wiped at her tears with the back of a small pale hand. "I won't. I won't."
    Kill the boy, thought Jon. "You will. Else I promise you, the day that they burn Dalla's boy, yours will die as well." (Jon II, ADwD)

    USING BONDED COMPANIONS TO SEND A MESSAGE

    In answer, King Jaehaerys descended the Iron Throne and bade Lord Rogar follow him. He led his lordship from the hall to the inner ward where Vermithor was being fed. A bull had been slaughtered for his morning meal and lay upon the stones charred and smoking, for dragons always burn their meat before consuming it. Vermithor was feasting on the flesh, tearing great loose chunks of meat with each bite, but when the king approached with Lord Rogar, the dragon raised his head and gazed at them with eyes like pools of molten bronze. "He grows larger every day," Jaehaerys said as he scratched the great wyrm under his jaw. "Keep your nieces and nephews, my lord. Why would I need hostages? I have your word, that is all I require." But Grand Maester Benifer heard the words he did not speak. "Every man and maid and child in the stormlands is my hostage, whilst I ride him, His Grace said without saying," wrote Benifer, "and Lord Rogar heard him plain." (A Time of Testing—The Realm Remade, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "So I did. Come here by me, lad. I want my folk to see you. I got thousands ne'er saw a lord commander, grown men who were told as boys that your rangers would eat them if they didn't behave. They need to see you plain, a long-faced lad in an old black cloak. They need to learn that the Night's Watch is naught t'be feared."
    That is a lesson I would sooner they never learned. Jon peeled the glove off his burned hand, put two fingers in his mouth, and whistled. Ghost came racing from the gate. Tormund's horse shied so hard that the wildling almost lost his saddle. "Naught to be feared?" Jon said. "Ghost, stay."
    "You are a black-hearted bastard, Lord Crow." Tormund Horn-Blower lifted his own warhorn to his lips. (Jon XII, ADwD)

    DON'T FLIRT WITH ME

    [...] The queen's absence had been noticed, and His Grace would oft find himself seated next to some lissome maid or handsome widow at feasts, or riding beside them when hawking or hunting, but he took no notice of any of them. At Bandallon, when Lord Blackbar's youngest daughter was so bold as to seat herself in his lap and attempt to feed him a grape, he brushed her hand aside and said, "Forgive me, but I have a queen, and no taste for paramours." (The Long Reign—Jaehaerys and Alysanne: Policy, Progeny, and Pain, Fire and Blood)

    --

    A ragged cheer went up. Zei grabbed Owen by the hands, spun him around in a circle, and gave him a long wet kiss right there for all to see. She tried to kiss Jon too, but he held her by the shoulder and pushed her gently but firmly away. "No," he said. I am done with kissing. (Jon VIII, ASoS)

    HOLDING SISTERS IN HIGH REGARD

    Whenever lords and council members traveled to Dragonstone to consult with the young king, as they did from time to time, Jaehaerys received them in the Chamber of the Painted Table where his grandsire had once planned his conquest of Westeros, with Alysanne ever by his side. "Aegon had no secrets from Rhaenys and Visenya, and I have none from Alysanne," he said. (The Year of the Three Brides—49 AC, Fire and Blood)

    --

    Pay it, aye, thought Theon. Pay it with false coin. Jon Snow would see through the impostesure at once. Lord Stark's sullen bastard had known Jeyne Poole, and he had always been fond of his little half-sister Arya. (Theon I, TWoW)

    RELENTLESS TRAINERS

    One evening, after a day in which Jaehaerys had been severely tested and battered, Maester Culiper said to him, "Your Grace, why do you punish yourself so harshly? The realm is at peace." The young king only smiled and replied, "The realm was at peace when my grandsire died, but scarcely had my father climbed onto the throne than foes rose up on every side. They were testing him, to learn if he was strong or weak. They will test me as well." (A Surfeit of Rulers, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "His duties don't keep him from the yard. More days than not, he's out there fighting someone."
    That was true, Sam had to admit. Once, when Jon came to consult with Maester Aemon, Sam had asked him why he spent so much time at swordplay. "The Old Bear never trained much when he was Lord Commander," he had pointed out. In answer, Jon had pressed Longclaw into Sam's hand. He let him feel the lightness, the balance, had him turn the blade so that ripples gleamed in the smoke-dark metal. "Valyrian steel," he said, "spell-forged and razor-sharp, nigh on indestructible. A swordsman should be as good as his sword, Sam. Longclaw is Valyrian steel, but I'm not. The Halfhand could have killed me as easy as you swat a bug." (Samwell I, AFfC)

    SHARP TONGUE AND WIT

    "The Faith will look askance at any king who thinks to rule without a Septon by his side," he announced. Jaehaerys had a ready answer. "We shall have no lack of septons. Septon Oswyck and Septa Ysabel will remain with us, and there is a young man coming from Highgarden to see to our library. His name is Barth." Mattheus was dismissive, declaring that Oswyck was a doddering fool and Ysabel a woman, whilst he had no knowledge of Septon Barth. "Nor of many things," the king replied. (A Time of Testing—The Realm Remade, Fire and Blood)

    --

    Slynt slammed a fist on the table. "I heard you! Ser Alliser had your measure true enough, it seems. You lie through your bastard's teeth. Well, I will not suffer it. I will not! You might have fooled this crippled blacksmith, but not Janos Slynt! Oh, no. Janos Slynt does not swallow lies so easily. Did you think my skull was stuffed with cabbage?"
    "I don't know what your skull is stuffed with. My lord." (Jon IX, ASoS)

    MAKING THE IMPOSSIBLE, POSSIBLE

    Here and there Poor Fellows appeared, gaunt unwashed fellows with long beards and great axes, to beg for the same clemency that had been granted to the Red Dog. This Jaehaerys granted them, on the condition that they agreed to journey north and join the Night's Watch at the Wall. Hundreds swore to do so, amongst them no less a personage than Rob the Starvling. "Within a moon's turn of being crowned," Grand Maester Benifer wrote, "King Jaehaerys had reconciled the Iron Throne to the Faith and put an end to the bloodshed that had troubled the reigns of his uncle and father." (Prince into King—The Ascension of Jaehaerys I, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "We need a loan as well. Gold enough to keep us fed till spring. To buy food and hire ships to bring it to us."
    "Spring?" Tycho sighed. "It is not possible, my lord."
    What was it Stannis had said to him? You haggle like a crone with a codfish, Lord Snow. Did Lord Eddard father you on a fishwife? Perhaps he had at that.
    It took the better part of an hour before the impossible became possible, and another hour before they could agree on terms. The flagon of mulled wine that Satin delivered helped them settle the more nettlesome points. By the time Jon Snow signed the parchment the Braavosi drew up, both of them were half-drunk and quite unhappy. Jon thought that a good sign. (Jon IX, ADwD)

    GRACEFUL

    Tall and handsome, Jaehaerys moved with an easy grace, be it on the dance floor or in the training yard. (Jaehaerys and Alysanne—Their Triumphs and Tragedies, Fire and Blood)

    --

    Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast. (Bran I, AGoT)

    Alysanne → Arya

    OUTSPOKEN

    After Prince Baelon the Brave avenged his brother Aemon's death on Tarth by driving the Myrmen into the sea, Jaehaerys named him the Prince of Dragonstone and the heir to the Iron Throne. While this was a popular decree amongst the smallfolk, Aemon was survived by a daughter, Rhaenys, who was with child when Aemon passed.

    The most prominent dissenter was Good Queen Alysanne, who helped her husband rule the Seven Kingdoms for many years, and now saw her son's daughter passed over because of her sex. "A ruler needs a good head and a true heart," she famously told the king. "A cock is not essential. If Your Grace truly believes that women lack the wit to rule, plainly you have no further need of me." And thus Queen Alysanne departed King's Landing and flew to Dragonstone on her dragon Silverwing. (The Long Reign—Jaehaerys and Alysanne: Policy, Progeny, and Pain, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "The Lannisters are proud," Jon observed. "You'd think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother's House equal in honor to the king's."
    "The woman is important too!" Arya protested. (Arya I, AGoT)

    STUBBORN

    "We keep the old gods in the North," he told the queen. "When my boys take a wife, they will wed before a heart tree, not in some southron sept."
    Alysanne Targaryen did not yield easily, however. The lords of the south honored the old gods as well as the new, she told Lord Alaric; most every castle that she knew had a godswood as well as a sept. And there were still certain houses that had never accepted the Seven, no more than the northmen had, the Blackwoods in the riverlands chief amongst them, and mayhaps as many as a dozen more. Even a lord as stern and flinty as Alaric Stark found himself helpless before Queen Alysanne's stubborn charm. He allowed that he would think on what she said, and raise the matter with his sons. (Jaehaerys and Alysanne—Their Triumphs and Tragedies, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "I don't want them," Arya said. "I want Syrio."
    Ned ran his fingers through his hair. Any decent master-at-arms could give Arya the rudiments of slash-and-parry without this nonsense of blindfolds, cartwheels, and hopping about on one leg, but he knew his youngest daughter well enough to know there was no arguing with that stubborn jut of jaw. "As you wish," he said. Surely she would grow tired of this soon. "Try to be careful."
    "I will," she promised solemnly as she hopped smoothly from her right leg to her left. (Eddard VII, AGoT)

    PRO-WOMAN FEMINISTS

    For three days [Alysanne] lost herself in the Citadel's great library, emerging only to attend lectures on the Valyrian dragon wars, leechcraft, and the gods of the Summer Isles.
    Afterward she feasted the assembled archmaesters in their own dining hall, and even presumed to lecture them. "If I had not become queen, I might have liked to be a maester," she told the Conclave. "I read, I write, I think, I am not afraid of ravens...or a bit of blood. There are other highborn girls who feel the same. Why not admit them to your Citadel? If they cannot keep up, send them home, the way you send home boys who are not clever enough. If you would give the girls a chance, you might be surprised by how many forge a chain." The archmaesters, loath to gainsay the queen, smiled at her words and bobbed their heads and assured Her Grace that they would consider her proposal. (Birth, Death, and Betrayal Under King Jaehaerys I, Fire and Blood)

    --

    Arya cocked her head to one side. "Can I be a king's councillor and build castles and become the High Septon?" (Eddard V, AGoT)

    ENJOY ACTIVE PURSUITS

    It is written that the young king and queen were seldom apart during [the remainder of his minority], sharing every meal, talking late into the night of the green days of their childhood and the challenges ahead, fishing and hawking together, mingling with the island's smallfolk in dockside inns, reading to one another from dusty leatherbound tomes they found in the castle library, taking lessons together from Dragonstone's maesters ("for we still have much to learn," Alysanne is said to have reminded her husband) praying beside Septon Oswyck. They flew together as well, all around the Dragonmount and oft as far as Driftmark. (The Year of the Three Brides—49 AC, Fire and Blood)

    ...

    And oh, how she had loved to fly. Silverwing carried her to Oldtown, to the Wall, and to a thousand places in between, and Alysanne saw them all as few others ever would, looking down from above the clouds. (The Long Reign—Jaehaerys and Alysanne: Policy, Progeny, and Pain, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "You ride like a northman, milady," Harwin said when he'd drawn them to a halt. "Your aunt was the same. Lady Lyanna. But my father was master of horse, remember." (Arya III, ASoS)

    ...

    A bodkin could pierce even heavy plate. I'm going to learn to shoot a bow, Arya thought. She loved swordfighting, but she could see how arrows were good too. (Arya VII, ASoS)

    DEEPLY CARE FOR THE COMMON PEOPLE

    She understood the need for a castle between Snowgate and Icemark, she told Lord Burley, but the Nightfort was crumbling, overlarge, and surely ruinous to heat. The Watch should abandon it, she said, and build a smaller castle farther to the east. Lord Burley could not disagree...but the Night's Watch lacked the coin to build new castles, he said. Alysanne had anticipated that objection. She would pay for the castle herself, she told the Lord Commander, and pledged her jewels to cover the cost. "I have a good many jewels," she said. (Jaehaerys and Alysanne—Their Triumphs and Tragedies, Fire and Blood)

    --

    Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anybody. This Mycah was the worst; a butcher's boy, thirteen and wild, he slept in the meat wagon and smelled of the slaughtering block. Just the sight of him was enough to make Sansa feel sick, but Arya seemed to prefer his company to hers. (Sansa I, AGoT)

    THE IMPORTANCE OF LISTENING

    "Above all else, a queen must know how to listen," Alysanne Targaryen often said. At Castle Black, she proved those words. She listened, she heard, and she won the eternal devotion of the men of the Night's Watch by her action. (Jaehaerys and Alysanne—Their Triumphs and Tragedies, Fire and Blood)

    --

    At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories.
    Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father's table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. (Arya II, AGoT)

    MAKING FRIENDS WITH EASE

    Neither prayer, sermons, nor readings from The Seven-Pointed Star could shake Alysanne Targaryen's conviction that the gods had meant her to marry her brother Jaehaerys, to be his confidant and helpmate and the mother of his children. "He will be a great king," she told Septa Ysabel, Lady Lucinda, and the others, "and I will be a great queen." So firm was she in her belief, and so gentle and kindly and loving in all else, that the septa and the other Wise Women found they could not condemn her, and with every passing day they clove to her side. (A Surfeit of Rulers, Fire and Blood)

    --

    Cat had made friends along the wharves; porters and mummers, ropemakers and sailmenders, taverners, brewers and bakers and beggars and whores. They bought clams and cockles from her, told her true tales of Braavos and lies about their lives, and laughed at the way she talked when she tried to speak Braavosi. She never let that trouble her. Instead, she showed them all the fig, and told them they were camel cunts, which made them roar with laughter. Gyloro Dothare taught her filthy songs, and his brother Gyleno told her the best places to catch eels. (Cat of the Canals, AFfC)

    LACK OF TRADITIONAL VALYRIAN/TULLY LOOK

    Her eyes were blue rather than purple, her hair a mass of honey-colored curls. (The Year of the Three Brides—49 AC, Fire and Blood)

    --

    It would have been easier if Arya had been a bastard, like their half brother Jon. She even looked like Jon, with the long face and brown hair of the Starks, and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring. (Sansa I, AGoT)

    SLENDER, SMALL, PRETTY

    Her childhood had been spent in the shadow of her brothers and her elder sister, Rhaena, and when she was spoken of at all it was as "the little maid" and "the other daughter." She was little, this was true; slim and slight of frame, Alysanne was oft described as pretty but seldom as beautiful, though she was born of a house renowned for beauty. (The Year of the Three Brides—49 AC, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "Wear this when you are here," the priest said, "but know that you shall have little need of it for the present. On the morrow you will go to Izembaro to begin your first apprenticeship. Take what clothes you will from the vaults below. The city watch is looking for a certain ugly girl, known to frequent the Purple Harbor, so best you have a new face as well." He cupped her chin, turned her head this way and that, nodded. "A pretty one this time, I think. As pretty as your own. Who are you, child?" (The Ugly Little Girl, ADwD)

    ...

    "Mercy, Mercy, Mercy," she sang as she descended the wooden stair to the street. The handrail was splintery, the steps steep, and there were five flights, but that was why she'd gotten the room so cheap. That, and Mercy's smile. She might be bald and skinny, but Mercy had a pretty smile, and a certain grace. Even Izembaro agreed that she was graceful. (Mercy, TWoW)

    LOVE OF ADVENTURE

    In the North, Queen Alysanne grew restless with waiting, and decided to take her leave of Winterfell for a time and visit the men of the Night's Watch at Castle Black. The distance was not negligible, even flying; Her Grace landed at the Last Hearth and smaller several keeps and holdfasts on her way, to the surprise and delight of their lords, whilst a portion of her tail scrambled after her (the rest remained at Winterfell).
    Her first sight of the Wall from above took Alysanne's breath away, Her Grace would later tell the king. (Jaehaerys and Alysanne—Their Triumphs and Tragedies, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "It won't be so bad, Sansa," Arya said. "We're going to sail on a galley. It will be an adventure, and then we'll be with Bran and Robb again, and Old Nan and Hodor and the rest." She touched her on the arm. (Sansa III, AGoT)

    A TASTE FOR ALE

    Lord Manderly entertained the queen lavishly. At the welcoming feast an entire aurochs was roasted, and his lordship’s daughter Jessamyn acted as the queen’s cupbearer, filling her tankard with a strong northern ale that Her Grace pronounced finer than any wine she had ever tasted. (Jaehaerys and Alysanne—Their Triumphs and Tragedies, Fire and Blood)

    --

    Arya sipped at her tankard cautiously, between spoonfuls of pie still warm from the oven. Her father sometimes let them have a cup of beer, she remembered. Sansa used to make a face at the taste and say that wine was ever so much finer, but Arya had liked it well enough. It made her sad to think of Sansa and her father. (Arya II, ACoK)

    NEVER QUESTIONED WITS

    No man ever questioned her wits. (The Year of the Three Brides—49 AC, Fire and Blood)

    --

    When they crossed the first stream, Arya turned her horse aside and led them off the road, following the twisting course of the water for a quarter-mile before finally scrambling out and up a stony bank. If the hunters brought dogs, that might throw them off the scent, she hoped. They could not stay on the road. There is death on the road, she told herself, death on all the roads.
    Gendry and Hot Pie did not question her choice. (Arya I, ASoS)

    BONDED ANIMALS

    It was Princess Rhaena, legend says, who put a dragon's egg in Princess Alysanne's cradle, just as she had for Prince Jaehaerys two years earlier. If those tales be true, from those eggs came the dragons Silverwing and Vermithor, whose names would be writ so large in the annals of the years to come. (Sons of the Dragon, Fire and Blood)

    --

    Nymeria was waiting for her in the guardroom at the base of the stairs. She bounded to her feet as soon as she caught sight of Arya. Arya grinned. The wolf pup loved her, even if no one else did. They went everywhere together, and Nymeria slept in her room, at the foot of her bed. (Arya I, AGoT)

    --

    "He's not like the others," Jon said. "He never makes a sound. That's why I named him Ghost. That, and because he's white. The others are all dark, grey or black." (Jon I, AGoT)

    ELOPEMENT AND STEALING

    Alysanne went to Jaehaerys as soon as she learned of her impending marriage to Ser Orryn Baratheon.

    The young king was as displeased as his sister was at the news. "They will be making wedding plans for me as well, I do not doubt," he deduced at once. Like his sister, Jaehaerys did not waste time with reproaches, recriminations, or appeals. Instead he acted. Summoning his Kingsguard, he instructed them to sail at once for Dragonstone, where he would meet them shortly. "You have sworn me your swords and your obedience," he reminded his Seven. "Remember those vows, and speak no word of my departure."
    That night, under cover of darkness, King Jaehaerys and Princess Alysanne mounted their dragons, Vermithor and Silverwing, and departed the Red Keep for the ancient Targaryen citadel below the Dragonmount. Reportedly the first words the young king spoke upon landing were, "I have need of a septon." (The Year of the Three Brides—49 AC, Fire and Blood)

    In doing so, Jaehaerys effectively stole Alysanne from Ser Orryn.

    Jon makes an effort to save Arya from "her" marriage to Ramsay by politicking with Stannis, and later sending Mance south to Winterfell.

    And word has come to us that Roose Bolton moves toward Winterfell with all his power, there to wed his bastard to your half sister. He must not be allowed to restore the castle to its former strength. We march against him. Arnolf Karstark and Mors Umber will join us. I will save your sister if I can, and find a better match for her than Ramsay Snow. (Jon VII, ADwD)

    --

    A grey girl on a dying horse, fleeing from her marriage. On the strength of those words he had loosed Mance Rayder and six spearwives on the north. (Jon VII, ADwD)

    Jon is also accused of stealing Ramsay's bride.

    Your false king lied, and so did you. You told the world you burned the King-Beyond-the-Wall. Instead you sent him to Winterfell to steal my bride from me. (Jon XIII, ADwD)

    CLOSEST SIBLINGS

    Both Jaehaerys and Alysanne and Jon and Arya have the strongest bonds with one another that began in early childhood.

    Moreover, Alysanne was only two years younger than her brother, and the two children had always been close and strong in their affection and regard for one another. (The Year of the Three Brides—49 AC, Fire and Blood)

    --

    Arya gave back at him. Jon grinned, reached over, and messed up her hair. Arya flushed. They had always been close. (Arya I, AGoT)

    NON-CONFORMITY

    Jaehaerys respects Alysanne's abilities and breaks sexist conventions by giving her a place on his councils.

    If certain members of the small council were taken aback when the queen began to attend their meetings, they voiced their objections only to one another...and soon not even that, for the young queen proved to be wise, well-read, and clever, a welcome voice in any discussion. (A Time of Testing—The Realm Remade, Fire and Blood)

    ...

    With the able assistance of Septon Barth, Grand Maester Benifer, Lord Albin Massey, and Queen Alysanne—a foursome His Grace dubbed "my even smaller council"—Jaehaerys set out to codify, organize, and reform all the kingdom's laws. (Jaehaerys and Alysanne—Their Triumphs and Tragedies, Fire and Blood)

    --

    Jon respects Arya's own brand of femininity, even though it largely opposes societal norms for highborn ladies, and gifts her with her own sword.

    Wary but excited, Arya checked the hall. "Nymeria, here. Guard." She left the wolf out there to warn of intruders and closed the door. By then Jon had pulled off the rags he'd wrapped it in. He held it out to her.
    Arya's eyes went wide. Dark eyes, like his. "A sword," she said in a small, hushed breath. (Jon II, AGoT)

    DIFFERENT ROADS, SAME CASTLE

    "Send me to the ends of the earth and wed me to the King of Mossovy or the Lord of the Grey Waste, Silverwing will always bring me back to Jaehaerys." And with that she raised herself onto her toes and lifted her face to the king, and he kissed her full upon the lips whilst all looked on. (The Year of the Three Brides—49 AC, Fire and Blood)

    --

    "Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?" (Jon II, AGoT)
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  • wolvesqveen
    28.05.2022 - 7 hours ago

    i don't want to make this post any longer but i do want to add a couple questions:

    why is it exactly that is arya the one character the fandom is insistent in divorcing from femininity? what is it so threatening about the concept of her being feminine that makes people write meta after meta completely misunderstanding her characterization and feelings?

    why is it her and not arianne, for example, that has to prove her femininity and attachment to womanhood just because she has ambitions and wants to use a sword? is it her desire for agency? is it her lack of desire to just be someone's wife?

    or is it only related to the fact that the way she enacts her femininity and womanhood threatens the way your favourite female character thinks of what makes one feminine and thus challenges who they are as a person?

    i am honestly curious. i want people to reply to this post and tell me what it is that makes them think she's not feminine, leaving appearances aside, substained by the text and not personal interpretation of it.

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  • aryastarksource
    28.05.2022 - 7 hours ago

    Arya Month 2022 || Day 27: Literary Parallel - Fantomina; or, Love in a Maze by Eliza Haywood

    George R. R. Martin and Eliza Haywood breakdown the realities and contradictions in how society treats women of different classes by depicting their female protagonists taking on different identities. Arya Stark from ASOIAF and the unnamed protagonist of Fantomina; or, Love in a Maze are both girls born into the highest ranks of their society and take on the roles of people in lower classes living in different circumstances. With each change in role, they take on different clothing and mannerisms while also receiving vastly different treatment. By having the same girls enduring different treatment based on how they’re dressed and what background they’re claiming, Martin and Haywood are illustrating that class and status are social constructs and there is nothing fundamentally different between those of high or low birth.

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  • the-king-andthe-lionheart
    28.05.2022 - 10 hours ago

    For some reason my Arya month contributions aren’t showing up in the tags, so I’m just going to leave a link to my most recent contribution here in the hopes that this post actually shows up.  It’s about the fairy tale parallels Arya shares with “The Ugly Duckling”. :)

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  • elderzosima
    27.05.2022 - 13 hours ago

    Rhaena Targaryen and Sansa Stark: Parallels and Speculation

    In an interview with Entertainment Weekly’s James Hibberd, George R.R. Martin responds as follows when asked whether Fire and Blood would tease what is to come in A Song of Ice and Fire:

    Are there any hints here in terms of what’s to come in your Ice and Fire saga? There are a few that are definitely important, but I’m not going to flag them. Readers will have to find them and puzzle out whether they’re hints or red herrings. (x)

    The following essay argues that one of these “hints” is evinced in Rhaena Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Velayron. In particular, several complementary connections between Rhaena Targaryen in Fire and Blood and Sansa Stark in A Song of Ice and Fire provides us with some “hints” concerning Sansa’s endgame.

    I. The Wild and Willful Sisters

    One pertinent connection between Rhaena and Sansa are their wild and willful sisters. The following section looks at six similarities between Rhaena’s sister, Baela Targaryen, and Sansa’s sister, Arya Stark.

    First, Baela and Arya are known for their willful and heterodox behaviour:

    “[Baela] is wild, willful, and wanton, as we feared,” (Fire and Blood, 648) “[Baela] was as wild and willful a young woman as any in the realm” (Fire and Blood, 645) “[Arya’s] long horsey face got the stubborn look that meant she was going to do something willful.” (AGOT, Sansa I) “And Arya … he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful.” (AGOT, Jon III)

    Second, Baela and Arya’s undermine the social constructs used to sustain feudal societies by consorting with small folk:

    “Time and time again she would escape her ladies to seek adventure in the streets. She took part in drunken horse races along the Street of the Sisters, engaged in moonlight swims across the Blackwater Rush (whose powerful currents had been known to drown many a strong swimmer), drank with the gold cloaks in their barracks, wagered coin and sometimes clothing in the rat pits of Flea Bottom.” (Fire and Blood, 645) “Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anybody. This Mycah was the worst; a butcher's boy, thirteen and wild, he slept in the meat wagon and smelled of the slaughtering block. Just the sight of him was enough to make Sansa feel sick, but Arya seemed to prefer his company to hers.” (AGOT, Sansa I)

    Third, Baela and Arya’s rejection of gender and class restrictions is a source of tension for those who seek to mold them into the feminine ideal:

    “Septa Amarys, who had been given charge of her religious and moral instruction, despaired of her, and even Septon Eustace could not seem to curb her wild ways.” (Fire and Blood, 646) “I despaired of ever making a lady of [Arya].” (ACOK, Catelyn VII) "Sansa's work is as pretty as she is," Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. "She has such fine, delicate hands." When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. "Arya has the hands of a blacksmith." (AGOT, Arya I)

    In addition to their shared behaviour and values, Baela and Arya are romantically tied to bastards. In Baela’s case, she marries Alyn Velayron, the bastard son of Laenor Velayron* and a fisherwoman, Marila of Hull. Alyn is later legitimized as Lord Velayron and his relationship with Baela is characterized as being “stormy”. In Arya’s case, her relationship with Gendry, the bastard son of an alehouse worker and Robert Baratheon, is rife with romantic undertones*.

    Finally, Baela and Arya have strong moon imagery in contrast to their sisters’ sun imagery.

    Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you … and I need both of you, gods help me." (AGOT, Arya II) “Baela’s dragon, the slender pale green Moondancer would soon be large enough to bear the girl upon her back/“ “Baela’s twin had brought a dragon’s egg with her to the Vale … and egg that had proved fertile, bringing forth a pale pink hatchling with black horns and crest, Rhaena named her Morning.” (Fire and Blood, 432 & 593)

    Although Ned’s “sun and the moon” quote does not specify which of the Stark sisters is the sun and which is the moon, I speculate that Arya is the moon in reference. For one, Baela’s “moondancer” brings to mind Arya’s expertise in sword dancing. Second, Arya’s story is rife with moon imagery. Linked here (x) is a far better essay than I could write on the importance of the moon in Arya’s story.

    In short, Rhaena and Sansa’s first connection is through their sisters. Regarded as wild and willful, Baela and Arya challenge the status quo by undermining inherent gender, social, and class restrictions. In addition, both girls are romantically tied to bastards from noble Houses and have strong moon imagery.

    *It is suggested in Fire and Blood that due to Laenor’s preferences for men, Alyn was actually conceived by Marila of Hull and Laenor’s father, Corlys Velayron.

    *Arya Stark was initially romantically tied to her bastard half-brother, Jon Snow, as was revealed in the 1993 ASOIAF outline. Jon Snow is theorized to be the bastard son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark.

    II. The Dutiful Daughters

    It should be acknowledged that there are fewer connections between Rhaena and Sansa than there are between Baela and Arya. This is due to the Rhaena’s minor role in the Dance translating to limited information about her character. Nevertheless, the few mentions of Rhaena strike a compelling comparison to Sansa.

    To begin, both Rhaena and Sansa lose their pets soon after bonding with them. Rhaena’s first dragon egg hatches but dies shortly after emerging from the egg. Similarly, Sansa’s dire wolf, Lady, is killed roughly three months after bonding with Sansa.

    “Rhaena’s egg had hatched a broken thing that died within hours of emerging from the egg” (Fire and Blood, 432-3) “Lady was dead” (ASOS, Sansa IV)

    Second, in contrast to their willful sisters, Rhaena and Sansa embrace and embody the traditional feminine traits of their milieu:

    “Lady Rhaena proved to be as tractable as her sister had been willful.” (Fire and Blood, 649) “[Sansa] was the good girl, the obedient girl …” (AGOT, Sansa IV) "Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please.” (ACOK, Catelyn VII)

    Relatedly, Rhaena and Sansa enjoy by pomp and spectacle of the court:

    “… Rhaena delighted in being the centre of court life” (Fire and Blood, 645) “She loved King's Landing; the pageantry of the court, the high lords and ladies in their velvets and silks and gemstones, the great city with all its people.” (AGOT, Sansa III) “Sansa would shine in the south, Catelyn thought” (AGOT, Catelyn II)

    Finally, the Vale of Arryn establishes a pertinent connection between Rhaena and Sansa. During the Dance, Rhaena accompanies her cousin, Prince Joffrey, to the Vale where she spends the remainder of the war as a ward of Lady Arryn. Comparably, Sansa is smuggled from King’s Landing to the Vale where she adopts the identity of Alayne Stone and takes care of her cousin, Robert Arryn*. In short, Rhaena and Sansa share four notable connections: the death of their bonded animals, embodiment and embrace of traditional feminine ideals as it relates to behaviour and activities, and spending their formative years at the Vale.

    *Rhaena and Sansa led somewhat different lives at the Vale. Rhaena is said to have “enjoy[ed] a life of comfort and privilege as Lady Jeyne’s ward” whereas Sansa, while enjoying the comfort and privileges of being the alleged daughter of the Lord Protector, is embroiled in problematic political schemes and experiences sexual harassment at the hands of her alleged father.

    III. Kind, Gentle, Noble versus Brave, Gentle, Strong

    “There are a few [hints] that are definitely important,” says Martin. Given these connections, what does Rhaena’s story “hint” about Sansa’s endgame?

    Perhaps Rhaena eventually hatching another dragon, Morning, is meant to hint at Sansa eventually receiving a second dire wolf. Perhaps Rhaena’s role in solving a succession crisis is teasing Sansa’s involvement in solving a potential Arryn or Stark succession crisis? These are all compelling answers, but a third captures my attention: Rhaena’s marriage.

    After the Dance, King Aegon the Third's regents attempt to secure a successor for the young king by marrying off his half-sisters, Baela and Rhaena. However, Baela defies the regents by marrying Alyn Velayron. Incensed, the regents attempt to prevent Baela from being the first to provide the Crown with a suitable successor and thus quickly order Rhaena to marry a man of her choosing.

    Assessing her options, Rhaena requests that her potential husband meet the following criteria:

    “[I]t would please me if he was not so old he could not give me children, nor so fat that he would crush me when we are abed. So long as he is kind and gentle and noble, I know that I shall love him.” (Fire and Blood, 649)

    She chooses to marry a man that she is “especially fond,” of Ser Corwyn Corbray. Rhaena’s decision is considered “far from an ideal choice” for several reasons. In particular, Ser Corwyn is thirty-two years old (sixteen years Rhaena’s elder), a second son, and has two daughters from a previous marriage. Nevertheless, the marriage is accepted not in the least part due to Lord Corbray’s influence as Lord Protector of the Realm.

    I believe Rhaena’s marriage to Ser Corwyn is meant to “hint” at a future marriage between Sansa and Sandor Clegane. For one, Rhaena’s request that her husband is “kind and gentle and noble” echoes a promise Ned Stark made to Sansa:

    When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. (AGOT, Sansa II)

    Although, Sansa characterizes several characters as brave, gentle, and strong, Sandor is the only character that Sansa describes using all three adjectives:

    “To thank you, for . . . for saving me . . . you were so brave." (ACOK, Sansa IV) “The Hound gave her a push, oddly gentle” (ACOK, Sansa II) “He pushed her toward her wardrobe, almost gently.” (AGOT, Sansa VI) “The Hound pulled her to her feet, not ungently.” (ACOK, Sansa III) “Strong hands grasped her by the shoulders,” (AGOT, Sansa I) “She might have fallen, but a shadow moved suddenly, and strong fingers grabbed her arm and steadied her.” (ACOK, Sansa IV)

    The quotes listed above are not the only moments where Sansa describes Sandor as such. Qveenofthorns created a graph illustrating the occasions where Sansa describes a character using those specific adjectives and finds that Sandor dominates the graph (illustrated here).

    Not only does Sandor match the Rhaena-esque criteria, he also shares some similarities with Ser Corwyn. Both Sandor and Ser Corwyn are in their thirties, share a similar age gap of sixteen years with their romantic interests, and are second sons. However, there are some notable differences. Ser Corwyn was previously married, a father, and a knight of repute. On the other hand, Sandor lacks all three. Nevertheless, these connections - like the connections between Sansa and Rhaena or Arya and Baela - are not meant to be a consistent one-to-one match, but complementary.

    *Ser Corwyn is Rhaena’s first husband. He dies attempting to settle a succession dispute between different Arryn claimants. Rhaena later marries an unnamed Hightower.

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  • highaevr
    27.05.2022 - 13 hours ago

    anyway im gonna write some meme replies then probably make that arya blog 😔

    #tbd / #OOC. #arya stark has her teeth in my leg and refuses to let go :/
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  • docpiplup
    27.05.2022 - 14 hours ago

    🐺ARYA STARK

    APPRECIATION MONTH 2022 🐺

    Day 27: Mythological parallels -> Arya + a coin for Charon

    "Then what good is it?"
    "As well ask what good is life, what good is death? If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him—valar morghulis."
    "Valar morghulis," Arya repeated. It wasn't hard. Her fingers closed tight over the coin. Across the yard, she could hear men dying. "Please don't go, Jaqen."
    Arya curled up near the fire, warm and snug, yet sleep would not come. She took out the coin that Jaqen H'ghar had given her and curled her fingers around it as she lay beneath her cloak. It made her feel strong to hold it, remembering how she'd seen the ghost in Harrenhal.
    The captain turned it over and blinked at it, then looked at her again. "This . . . how . . . ?"
    Jaqen said to say the words too. Arya crossed her arms against her chest. "Valar morghulis," she said, as loud as if she'd known what it meant.
    "Valar dohaeris," he replied, touching his brow with two fingers. "Of course you shall have a cabin."
    "Valar dohaeris." He pushed off with his oar and drifted back off into the deeper water. Arya watched him row back the way they'd come, until he vanished in the shadows of the bridge. As the swish of oars faded, she could almost hear the beating of her heart. Suddenly she was somewhere else . . . back in Harrenhal with Gendry, maybe, or with the Hound in the woods along the Trident. Salty is a stupid child, she told herself. I am a wolf, and will not be afraid. She patted Needle's hilt for luck and plunged into the shadows, taking the steps two at a time so no one could ever say she'd been afraid.
    At the top she found a set of carved wooden doors twelve feet high. The left-hand door was made of weirwood pale as bone, the right of gleaming ebony. In their center was a carved moon face; ebony on the weirwood side, weirwood on the ebony. The look of it reminded her somehow of the heart tree in the godswood at Winterfell. The doors are watching me, she thought. She pushed upon both doors at once with the flat of her gloved hands, but neither one would budge. Locked and barred. "Let me in, you stupid," she said. "I crossed the narrow sea." She made a fist and pounded. "Jaqen told me to come. I have the iron coin." She pulled it from her pouch and held it up. "See? Valar morghulis."
    The doors made no reply, except to open.
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  • princess-arya-stark
    27.05.2022 - 16 hours ago

    + bonus

    Arya Stark Appreciation Month 2022

    Day 27: Parallels

    Parallels between one Arya Stark and the Typical Wattpad Female Lead

    aka George R R Martin totally based his character Arya Stark on some of his favorite wattpad female protagonists

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  • bookhousestark
    27.05.2022 - 17 hours ago

    ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH 2022 ↳ Day 27: Fictional Parallels

    [...] A Game of Thrones was my first attempt at epic Fantasy at novel length, but I'd loved the genre all my life. Growing up, I never made any distinctions between SF, Fantasy, and Horror. I would read Jack Vance's Dying Earth one week, and Asimov's Foundation the next, and enjoy them both. And The Lord of the Rings had as much impact on me as any book I ever read. — GRRM
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  • themockingpoint
    27.05.2022 - 17 hours ago

    Beauty

    “Uh, hm uh…” Sansa stammered.

    When Sansa finally got her wits about her back she saw her friends all looking at her with concern.

    “Did you just- oy! Watch it! -have a stroke?” Margaery asked, concerned but still trying to avoid getting splashed.

    “What?” Sansa asked, and Jeyne looked worried but Arya looked absolutely giddy at Sansa embarrassing herself.

    “Oh that is what it is!” Her sister said, following Sansa’s line of sight.

    They all looked where Arya was looking to see a girl about their age standing over a gaggle of smaller children who could not be much older than Rickon. Seeing the resemblance to her and age the girl seemed to be babysitting her younger siblings. She also was just wearing a bikini top and swim trunks making Sansa’s eyes go fuzzy as the last time they met it was sort of dark and Sansa could not see as well.

    And cramped. Dark and cramped.

    “Is it the abs?” Jeyne asked, following Sansa’s line of sight. Sansa did not even realize Elia had abs but Sansa’s mouth went dry when she saw them. “Yeah, def the abs. I can def see the appeal.”

    “You’ve seen me naked and never had this type of reaction!” Margaery pouted.

    “Well, are you going to go over there or not?” Arya said.

    “I- I don’t know…” Sansa said, nervously. She never actually flirted before, just got flirted with.

    “What?” All three said in disbelief.

    “I dunno…” Sansa said, mumbling.

    “Sansa!” Jeyne said, grabbing Sansa by the shoulders and slightly shaking them. “You are the funniest, kindest, most beautiful person I know! That girl would be lucky to be with you!”

    “Yeah,” Margaery said, “You just gotta take the leap!”

    “I don’t know if I’m brave enough.” Sansa said, scratching the back of her head.

    “Doesn’t matter.” Arya said, snatching up Sansa’s phone and tossing it like a frisbee towards the group. “You want your phone back, you’ll need to go get it!”

    “Arya!” Sansa screeched, but Arya had stopped listening and did a cannonball into the water, soaking Margaery who vowed to get her back and dove in.

    Sansa gave out a little whine but Jeyne showed no sympathy. “Go get her wolf-girl.”

    The girl seemed to have picked up on what was going on and was holding her phone, before tucking it into her bikini top.

    “Scram losers.” Elia said, and Dori, Lori and Trys all scrambled into the water.

    “H- Hi.” Sansa said, nervously.

    “Hi-a beautiful.” Elia said, in a chipper tone but the look on her face did not exactly match it.

    Something that Sansa did not really pick up on considering that she had to stop herself from swooning at the nickname coming from the other girl’s lips. Her gorgeous, and talented, lips.

    “That’s… my phone.” Sansa finally said.

    “Really?” Elia said, in faux surprise. “Well I might as well keep it. Since you seem to not use it.”

    Sansa whined again, before cutting herself off. She was practically an adult. She did not whine.

    “I owe you an apology, yes, but let us be honest…” Sansa said, feeling brave enough to stand up for herself. “Communication goes both ways!”

    “You’ve got me there beautiful!” Elia said, making Sansa swoon again, and not pointing out that she never did end up getting Sansa’s number. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you your phone back on two conditions.”

    “Ok…” Sansa said, not sure where this was going.

    “First,” Elia started, “You take me to dinner.”

    Sansa grinned. Two could play at this game. “I will take you to dinner if you wear a dress. A pretty dress.”

    A conflicted look passed Elia’s face before she said, “You got it Beautiful, but I get to pick the place.”

    “Done!” Sansa said, a little too quickly. Gods she hopes she did not sound desperate. “And the second?”

    “You can have your phone back…” Elia said, going on tiptoes to get to Sansa’s ear. “If you come take it from me.” Sansa’s mouth went dry again as Elia leaned backwards on her lounge chair. Sansa was a bit tall so now she could see past her and into the pool to make sure her cousins were doing fine. “Well? C’mon then Wolf-girl! I am waiting!”

    Sansa looked around to see all her friends and sister looking at her expectantly. She took the leap. “I preferred Beautiful…” Sansa said, leaning down.

    #Sansa stark#sansamonth2022 #sansa month 2022 #sansa month post #jeyne poole#Arya stark#margaery tyrell #Sansa stark x Elia sand #Sansa x Elia
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  • the-key-five
    27.05.2022 - 19 hours ago

    arya stark appreciation month → day 27: mythological parallels

    Arya as Persephone // Jon as Hades // Read the full meta “Jon, Arya, and Death and the Maiden“ by @etherealdany​ here.
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  • daenerys-arya
    27.05.2022 - 20 hours ago

    ARYA STARK MONTH 2022

    Day 27: Mythological Parallels Arya as Persephone Queen of the Underworld

    most days, she spent more time with the dead than with the living. (the blind girl, adwd)
    dead things did not frighten her. (the ugly little girl,adwd)
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  • bael-the-bard
    27.05.2022 - 20 hours ago

    ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH Day 27: historical/mythological/fairytale parallels

    Morana (Marzanna, Marena, Mara) is the pagan Slavic goddess of winter, death, harvest, witchcraft, and nightmares. According to the myth, Morana is the daughter of the spring goddess Lada and her husband, the god Svarog. She is recognized as the patroness of the underworld and symbolizes the end of the physical life of mortals on Earth. She unites both winter and death along with the rebirth of nature and fertility. It can be said that Morana represents various stages of transitions in human life.
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  • daenerys-arya
    27.05.2022 - 20 hours ago

    ARYA STARK MONTH 2022

    Day 27: Mythological Parallels Arya as Persephone Goddess of Spring

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  • mskrianna
    27.05.2022 - 23 hours ago

    ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❛ есть только один бог, и имя его — смерть. а смерти мы говорим только одно — «не сегодня» ❜

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  • bael-the-bard
    27.05.2022 - 23 hours ago

    ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH 2022 Day 26: Lyanna Stark Lives AU

    You have a wildness in you, child. ‘The wolf blood,’ my father used to call it.
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  • creganofhousestark
    27.05.2022 - 23 hours ago

    My two cents on the discourse over Arya’s looks.

    When you’ve got “big” asoiaf fandom blogs expressing these kind of views combined with the showverse, it’s pretty easy to understand why most of the “we like everyone i am not anyone’s fan” (idk what people who despise stan culture are doing on tumblr in the first place) hate the idea of arya being anywhere close to pretty, which is a bit bizarre considering the books.

    I mean- case point:

    All of this can be easily refuted by slapping the novels in their faces that are clear on how Arya’s a pretty girl and looks like her aunt Lyanna to the point of Lyanna being mistaken for Arya by Bran or how other than Sansa and Jeyne’s comments there isn’t any evidence of Arya being UGLY as this one user has been screaming from the rooftops. Imagine thinking Robert Baratheon of all the people has credibility over Eddard Stark when it comes to remembering how Lyanna Stark looked. Either this fandom doesn’t know how to read or gets very very very uncomfortable with the idea of unconventional girls not being ugly enough for their tastes. And that bit about how her unconventional looks saved her on the run is so ridiculous- it was her ability to adapt and lay low that saved her life over and over. Arya Stark didn’t get this far in the story without facing any threats of sexual abuse. She was beaten until bloody and threatened with rape every day in Harrenhal. Over again, basic facts- need not be reiterated again and again if people had the decency to stick to the books. What is the point of being invested in a series which does not suit your tastes? And how is George R R Martin being a coward?? So so weird.

    These books aren’t written in ye olde english or something the language is ridiculously, insanely simple.

    #since one to one discussions on this website are treated as personal attacks and harassment i’ve had to resort to taking screenshots #lesson learnt and all that #anti arya bs #sansa stark#jeyne poole#eddard stark#ned stark#robert baratheon #asoiaf fandom discourse
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  • anotherrandompersonsblog
    27.05.2022 - 1 day ago

    arya stark month 2022: day 27 - mythological parallels (artemis)

    “Artemis of the wilderness, lady of wild beasts.” (Homer, Illiad)
    “He's more wolf than man, and so am I.”
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  • bi-alinaoretsev
    27.05.2022 - 1 day ago

    Sansa Stark Appreciation Month 2022 - day 25 - sibilings

    She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall.
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