I feel like this photo set sums up the entire series. The men talk about doing shit; the women get shit done.
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
And not a soul to hear…
He’s a crow, he’ll always be a crow.
And here’s his crow wife guarding him.
He’ll stab us in the back first chance he gets.
A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies and the pack survives. He had it all backwards.
A man in dark armor and a pale pink cloak spotted with blood stepped up to Robb. “Jaime Lannister sends his regards.” He thrust his longsword through her son’s heart, and twisted.