#asongoffireandice

Welcome home, Sansa Stark the Queen in the North.
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My first illustation in digital

Jaime Lannister in steampunk

Sandor Clegane the Hound

Oberyn was ever the viper. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him

“Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft… the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.”

Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder.
Many who try to climb it fail, and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but they refuse. They cling to the realm, or the Gods or love… illusions.
Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.

Petyr Baelish

Areo Hotah