
She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead. She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes.
on a scale of 1-10 you are a no
really nothing nicer than someone saying “saw this and thought of you”
stannis looks at dour dragonstone keep, says, “needs more color,” and proceeds to use black and grey for absolutely everything. “colorful,” he says upon surveying his domain, “like my soul.”