princessaredhel:

                                                                   the ruin was within.

                                                       oh cunning wreck that told no tale,

                                                                 and let no witness in.

descendantsofvalyria:

The snowfall was light today, a thin scattering of flakes dancing in the air, but the wind was blowing from the east along the Wall, cold as the breath of the ice dragon in the tales Old Nan used to tell.

commander-daenerys:

My dress is made of the purest silk from Tralalalaleeday

bisexualjonsnow:

He was feeling better now. He was not going to let himself be sad. “I better go. I’ll spend my first year on the Wall emptying chamber pots if I keep Uncle Ben waiting any longer.”