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I'm going back to 505

I want Ned to live so bad even though I know what will happen😭😭😭

"My brother is undoubtedly arrogant," Tyrion Lannister replied. "My father is the soul of avarice, and my sweet sister Cersei lusts for power with every waking breath. I, however, am innocent as a little lamb. Shall I bleat for you?" He grinned.

"As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted," Tyrion began, "there is a serious flaw in Littlefinger's fable. Whatever you may believe of me, Lady Stark, I promise you this - I never bet against my family."

"Lord Petyr," Ned called after him. "I...am grateful for your help. Perhaps I was wrong to distrust you."
Littlefinger fingered his small pointed beard. " You are slow to learn, Lord Eddard. Distrusting me was the wisest thing you've done since you climbed down off your horse."


#littlefingersupremacy

Second Dramione fanfic in a week. I'm killing it...

"(...)If you are so eager to molder beside him, far be it from me to dissuade you, but I would rather not be included in the party, thank you very much."
" You would be the last man I would willingly include in any party, Lord Baelish."

AHAHAH Ned is so funny. And I love love LOVE me some Petyr Baelish. To want him to be seated on the Iron Throne would be too far fetched but I would love him as the King's Hand.

"I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown? The gods mock the prayers of kings and cowherds alike."

"Well, I'll not press you if you feel so strong about it, though I swear, at times you're so prickly you ought to take the hedgehog as your sigil."

I'm getting annoyed

"Even if the boy does live, he will be a cripple. (...) Give me a good clean death."
(...) "I beg to differ. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities."
Jaime smiled. "You are a perverse little imp, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes," Tyrion admitted. "I hope the boy does wake. I would be most interested to hear what he might have to say."

Jaime, you poor fool.

"Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs."

Before you report me for “coming unhinged,” do me a favor and consider what you’d fucking do if your fucking girl was pretending you were a bloody Hufflepuff to save face?
Why doesn’t this fucking book let me cross things out anymore?
She’s not my girl. That was a grammatical mistake. But you know what I fucking mean.

lolololol

I am uh surprised??

For a moment, Eddard Stark was filled with a terrible sense of foreboding. This was his place, here in the north. He looked at the stone figures all around them, breathed deep in the chill silence of the crypt. He could feel the eyes of the dead. They were all listening, he knew. And winter was coming.

Bran thought about it. "Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?"
"That is the only time a man can be brave,"