If we turn it up, the radio can sing us home.

 

I was jealous of Robb my whole life. The way my father looked at him, I wanted that. He was better than me at everything - fighting and hunting and riding. And girls. Gods, the girls loved him.

(Source: rubyredwisp)

joffersbaratheon:

Perhaps you should speak to me more softly then. Monsters are dangerous and, just now, kings are dying like flies.