thegreywinds:

My first son.

thegreywinds:

part 2

Beneath the linen bandages, her fingers still throbbed where the dagger had bitten. The pain was her scourge, Catelyn felt, lest she forget. She could not bend the last two fingers on her left hand, and the others would never again be dexterous.

_{And there’s a moment in this scene where we look at each other … it’s Robb Stark essentially saying goodbye to his mother and giving up, and rather than it being something really bad, there’s a moment of tragedy and utter relief, actually, because these two characters have fought and fought and fought and fought, and it’s finally over.}

jaimelannister:

“Well, that makes it simple then.”

War had melted all the softness from his face and left him hard and lean.