The dwarf tugged at her a third time. Stubbornly she pressed her lips together and pretended not to notice.
|Sandor:||And your sister.|
|Sandor:||I know your sister.|
|Sandor:||Did I mention I know your sister?|
|Sandor:||We were pretty close in King's Landing.|
|Sandor:||I saved her from some rapists and yelled at her a lot.|
|Sandor:||Yeah, we were friends.|
|Sandor:||Hey, you think if I send her a raven, she'll wanna hang out sometime?|
|Sandor:||Not like a date or anything.|
|Sandor:||Just two bros. Chilling. Like me and your sister are. We are friends.|
|Sandor:||Did I tell you I know your sister?|
Sansa knew most of the hymns, and followed along on those she did not know as best she could. She sang along with grizzled old serving men and anxious young wives, with serving girls and soldiers, cooks and falconers, knights and knaves, squires and spit boys and nursing mothers. She sang with those inside the castle walls and those without, sang with all the city. She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall. She sang for her mother and her father, for her grandfather Lord Hoster and her uncle Edmure Tully, for her friend Jeyne Poole, for old drunken King Robert, for Septa Mordane and Ser Dontos and Jory Cassel and Maester Luwin, for all the brave knights and soldiers who would die today, and for the children and the wives who would mourn them, and finally, toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound. He is no true knight but he saved me all the same, she told the Mother. Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him.
she wears short skirts i have burn scars
she’s cheer captain and i’m not a knight i spit on them and their vows
“Willas has a bad leg but a good heart,” said Margaery. He used to read to me when I was a little girl, and draw me pictures of the stars.
basically what convinced me that sandor is the gravedigger on the quiet isle is the fact that when brienne describes sansa (and let’s be honest it’s a super general description) the elder brother instantly knew who she was talking about and he even says her name real quiet and surprised
like how else would he have known sansa stark from that bare bones description if he hadn’t been talking to sandor clegane, the guy who mentions her every five fucking minutes
~dinner time on the quiet isle~
sandor: so this one time, sansa said to me -
sandor: …i’ve told you about sansa, right?
elder brother: omg for the millionth time, yes, i know.
but how can you bash sansa for liking stories about knights and adventure when you’re the one reading asoiaf
He felt alone.
Dorne is bordered by the Sea of Dorne to the north, the islands known as the Stepstones to the east, and the Summer Sea to the south. Stretched between them is the mountain range known as the Red Mountains, which separates Dorne from the remainder of the Seven Kingdoms by land. The region is rocky, mountainous, arid and dry, and features the only desert on the continent. Its capital is Sunspear and the lords of the ruling House Martell still style themselves “Prince” and “Princess” in the Rhoynish fashion. (x)