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dailysansastark · 1 day
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Sansa waited in King’s Landing with the hope that Robb would be her knight just one more time. // "I won't free him, not even for Arya and Sansa."
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valyriansource · 16 days
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Note was taken, and thereafter it became the custom to refer to “greens” and “blacks” when talking of the queen’s party and the party of the princess, respectively.
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chippedcupwrites · 2 months
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“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…” - Eddard Stark, 'A Game of Thrones'
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gameofthronesdaily · 9 months
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GAME OF THRONES | 2.10
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thenorthsource · 3 months
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Sansa Stark + Prophecies
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starspilli · 9 months
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i dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair.
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sansastarkmonth2024 · 17 days
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SANSA STARK WEEK 2024: Day 6 - Heritage.
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thetullystark · 2 months
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queen of westeros
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femininemenon · 1 year
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SANSA STARK + cinematography
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baelontargaryen · 7 months
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asoiaf quotes (1/?)
“You are the gentle sex,” said Lord Karstark, with the lines of grief fresh on his face. “A man has a need for vengeance.”
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warlockwyll · 18 days
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Sansa Stark week 2024 little dove: Sansa rejecting her abusers
"Another lesson you should learn, if you hope to sit beside my son. Be gentle on a night like this and you'll have treasons popping up all about you like mushrooms after a hard rain. The only way to keep your people loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy." "I will remember, Your Grace," said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people's loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I'll make them love me. A Clash of Kings - Sansa VI
You are well born, and the Starks of Winterfell were always proud, but Winterfell has fallen and you are really just a beggar now, so put that pride aside. Gratitude will better become you, in your present circumstances. Yes, and obedience. My son will have a grateful and obedient wife." A Storm of Swords - Sansa VI I will tell my aunt that I don't want to marry Robert. Not even the High Septon himself could declare a woman married if she refused to say the vows. She wasn't a beggar, no matter what her aunt said. She was thirteen, a woman flowered and wed, the heir to Winterfell. A Storm of Swords - Sansa VII
"What if Lord Nestor values honor more than profit?" Petyr put his arm around her. "What if it is truth he wants, and justice for his murdered lady?" He smiled. "I know Lord Nestor, sweetling. Do you imagine I'd ever let him harm my daughter?" I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard's daughter and Lady Catelyn's, the blood of Winterfell. She did not say it, though. A Feast for Crows - Sansa I
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valyriansource · 15 days
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Daenerys + her female ancestors
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chippedcupwrites · 20 days
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Sansa Stark┃the living painting
John Millais. The Martyr of the Solway. 1871. │ Gabriel von Max. Young woman with flowers in her hair. │ Sophie Gengembre Anderson. Portrait of a Young Girl. │ James Carroll Beckwith. The Embroiderer. │ Arthur Hughes. Juliet and her Nurse. 1867–1872. │ Thomas Benjamin Kennington. Contemplation. │ Alexandre Cabanel. Fallen Angel. 1847. │ Frederick Sandys. Helen of Troy. 1867. │ Ruth Sanderson. Arthur and Guinevere. │ Paul Delaroche. The Execution of Lady Jane Grey. 1833. │ Johannes Vermeer. Girl with a Pearl Earring. 1665. │ Stephen Phillips. Nancy Price as Calypso in Ulysses. 1902. │ P. J. Lynch. Eithlinn, Daughter of Balor. 2000. │ Charles Allen Winter. Portrait of a Woman. 1919. │ William Oxer. Amor Aeternus. 2022. │ George Romney. Emma Hart as Miranda. 1786. │ Bertalan Székely. Red Haired Girl. 1875. │ John Roddam Spencer Stanhope. Thoughts of the Past. 1859. │ Jean-Jacques Henner. Head Of A Young Girl In A Blue Dress. │ John William Waterhouse. Ophelia. 1910. │ Rudolf Kosow, Geheimnisvoll. │
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asongofmothers · 1 month
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Catelyn Tully Stark as Demeter, goddess of grain and crops and mother of Persephone
In ancient Greek religion and mythology, Demeter is the Olympian goddess of the harvest and agriculture, presiding over crops, grains, food, and the fertility of the earth. Although Demeter is mostly known as a grain goddess, she also appeared as a goddess of health, birth, and marriage, and had connections to the Underworld. She don't speak. You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers. When Hades, the King of the Underworld, wished to make Persephone his wife, he abducted her from a field while she was picking flowers. Demeter searched everywhere to find her missing daughter to no avail until she was informed that Hades had taken her to the Underworld. In response, Demeter neglected her duties as goddess of agriculture, plunging the earth into a deadly famine where nothing would grow, causing mortals to die. "Gone?" He looked startled. "Dead? Oh, Mother, no, not that, they haven't harmed her, not that way, only . . . a bird came last night, but I couldn't bring myself to tell you, not until your father was sent to his rest." Robb took her hand. "They married her to Tyrion Lannister."
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thenorthsource · 4 months
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sansa + references in her coronation costume
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lemoncakz · 1 month
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Ashford Tourney Theory
It’s a strange coincidence that the champions of the Ashford Tourney, from the Dunk and Egg stories, seem to follow the pattern of Sansa’s suitors in the series.
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