robb, 17, westeros. king in the north.

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What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms … or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

billwiggins:

Policeman: Dr. Watson? It’s for you.
John: [reaches for phone] Okay, thanks.
Policeman: No sir, the helicopter.

billwiggins:

Policeman: Dr. Watson? It’s for you.

John: [reaches for phone] Okay, thanks.

Policeman: No sir, the helicopter.

But if you’re still the Lagertha I remember, then it is a yes.

Weddings have become more perilous than battles, it would seem.

cuock asked Edward Kenway or Ezio Auditore