_{He was angry at the king for something, I can’t remember. When the king was visiting the Nightfort, the cook killed the king’s son, cooked him into a big pie with onions, carrots, mushrooms and bacon. That night, he served the pie to the king. He liked the taste of his son so much, he asked for a second slice.}

_{The gods turned the cook into a giant white rat who could only eat his own young. He’s been roaming the Nightfort even since, devouring his own babies. No matter what he does, he’s always hungry.}

_{It wasn’t for murder that the gods cursed the rat cook, or for serving the king’s son in a pie.}

princessaryastark:

The Wolves will come again.

“It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb… Robb… please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting… the white tears and the red ones ran together until her face was torn and tattered, the face that Ned had loved. Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown.”

Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come for them with a vengeance.

save me, brother

i’m your brother. i have to protect you.

“The black one is full of fear and rage, but the grey is strong…stronger than he knows…can you feel him, sister?”