He did not always come when he said he would, and days would ofttimes pass as Catelyn stood her vigil, peering out between crenels and through arrow loops until she caught a glimpse of Lord Hoster on his old brown gelding, trotting along the rivershore toward the landing. “Did you watch for me?” he’d ask when he bent to bug her. “Did you, little cat?”



pendragonheartstring:

whouffle alphabet  {inspiration}

Well, I’m not gonna hug first.



kit harington at the game of thrones autography signing at sdcc // july 26th, 2014




i was told….

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