![]() He saw no more of his father, nor the girl who looked like Arya, but a woman heavy with child emerged naked and dripping from the black pool, knelt before the tree, and begged the old gods for a son who would avenge her. Perhaps not relevant or at least I can't connect it, but it reminds me very much of this ancestor of hersĪfter that the glimpses came faster and faster, till Bran was feeling lost and dizzy. We'll also get back to this dream later on They look like her brothers and sometimes there's even a girl looking like Arya. Their names are also important, Eddard after her father, and Brandon and Rickon after her brothers. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya. In Sansa's dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. ![]() She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as valiant as Ser Loras. If I give him sons, he may come to love me. She pictured the two of them sitting together in a garden with puppies in their laps, or listening to a singer strum upon a lute while they floated down the Mander on a pleasure barge. What did it matter about his leg? Willas would be Lord of Highgarden and she would be his lady. "Willas, Willas, Willas." Willas was as good a name as Loras, she supposed. Sometimes she would whisper his name into her pillow just to hear the sound of it. What does she dream of about her marriage? Of all the people she can imagine as kissing her, it is a Stark charcter she imagines as kissing her, the Hound and he isn't an ordinary Stark stand in, he's a stand in for Jon: He is one of the several burned men(another one, Timmett who is literally from the clan called as such, is also a Jon stand in) and has a scar near one of his eyes, just like Jon who is also a burned man (his hand) and has a scar near one eye (talon marks of Orell's bird) ![]() Even in the castle, Sansa had been afraid. That night, the wildfire had set the river itself ablaze, and filled the very air with green flame. The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she'd been wise. The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Who does she think kissed him, despite it not happening? Notice also, that both executions were done with Valyrian swords. "Can I have his boots?" asked Owen the Oaf, as Janos Slynt's head went rolling across the muddy ground. Janos Slynt twisted his neck around to stare up at him. "If you have any last words, now is the time to speak them," he said, expecting one last curse. Stretch out your neck, my lord." The pale morning sunlight ran up and down his blade as Jon clasped the hilt of the bastard sword with both hands and raised it high. "Move to avoid the cut, and you will still die, but your dying will be uglier. "This will go easier if you stay still," Jon Snow promised him. Dolorous Edd planted a foot on his back to keep him on his knees as Emmett shoved the block beneath his head. "Unhand me … you cannot … when Tywin Lannister hears of this, you will all rue-"Įmmett kicked his legs out from under him. "No," Slynt cried, as Emmett half-shoved and halfpulled him across the yard. Until Jon said, "Edd, fetch me a block," and unsheathed Longclaw.īy the time a suitable chopping block was found, Lord Janos had retreated into the winch cage, but Iron Emmett went in after him and dragged him out. ![]() The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. ![]()
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