princess arya stark of winterfell
i drew this while listening to my arya playlist
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Despite the cruelty, despite the pain, Rhaenyra is thankful of the death the usurper's sick mind has cooked up for her. For as the flames that have served her blood for centuries consumes her, she is granted a vision.
Of the future.
Of the prince that was promised.
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Funeral Ghosts
“This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” One. One hand, clasped tight around the sword hilt. Only one. “In my dreams I always have two hands.” He raised his right arm and stared uncomprehending at the ugliness of his stump. “We all dream of things we cannot have. Tywin dreamed that his son would be a great knight, that his daughter would be a queen. He dreamed they would be so strong and brave and beautiful that no one would ever laugh at them.” “I am a knight,” he told her, “and Cersei is a queen.” A tear rolled down her cheek.
I know I haven’t posted in a while but this took me forever to finish but I absolutely love how it turned out. Jaime is one of my favourite characters and this is one of my favourite moments of his.
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