The Sun of Dorne, Elia Martell, for Martell Week
120 notes
·
View notes
Yet still the drums beat on, the trebuchets shuddered and thumped, and the sound of skinpipes came wafting through the night like the songs of strange fierce birds. Septon Cellador began to sing as well, his voice tremulous and thick with wine.
Gentle Mother, font of mercy,
save our sons from war, we pray,
stay the swords and stay the arrows,
let them know . . .
Donal Noye rounded on him. "Any man here stays his sword, I'll chuck his puckered arse right off this Wall . . . starting with you, Septon. Archers! Do we have any bloody archers?"
“Here," said Satin.
“And here," said Mully. "But how can I find a target? It's black as the inside of a pig's belly. Where are they?"
Noye pointed north. "Loose enough arrows, might be you'll find a few. At least you'll make them fretful." He looked around the ring of firelit faces. "I need two bows and two spears to help me hold the tunnel if they break the gate." More than ten stepped forward, and the smith picked his four. "Jon, you have the Wall till I return."
83 notes
·
View notes
EMMA D’ARCY as RHAENYRA TARGARYEN
behind the scenes of House of the Dragon: Season One (2022)
3K notes
·
View notes
theon greyjoy at the start of the series
a late gift for @damphair 💛 ;0;
982 notes
·
View notes
“He was always hungry, her Drogon. Hungry and growing fast. Another year, or perhaps two, and he may be large enough to ride. Then I shall have no need of ships to cross the great salt sea.”
851 notes
·
View notes