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Theon found himself wondering if he should say a prayer. Will the old gods hear me if I do? They were not his gods, had never been his gods. He was ironborn, a son of Pyke, his god was the Drowned God of the islands… but Winterfell was long leagues from the sea. It had been a lifetime since any god had heard him. He did not know who he was, or what he was, why he was still alive, why he had ever been born.
“Theon,” a voice seemed to whisper.
His head snapped up. “Who said that?”; All he could see were the trees and the fog that covered them. The voice had been as faint as rustling leaves, as cold as hate. A god’s voice, or a ghost’s.↳ A Dance with Dragons / A Song of Ice and Fire
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“You will never walk again, Bran,” the pale lips promised, “but you will fly.”
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I pray for Robb’s victory and for Joffrey’s death…and for home. For Winterfell.
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002/100 Characters/Shows in one picspam. 
Daenerys Targaryen Dragon Queen. 
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“Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not.”
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all she wanted was for things to be nice and pretty, the way they were in the songs