bride of fire

— commission done by @/SuperGalaxyFox1 on twt

“I was a better smuggler than a knight, a better knight than a King's Hand, a better King's Hand than a husband. I am so sorry. Marya, I have loved you. Please forgive the wrongs I did you.“

—Davos Seaworth abt the best woman ever😔

So this is them Tavern Dancing, yay, when the were happy yay.

Still haven’t decided if that is before or after their engagement/marriage. Also: I have decided that her headband (?) was giftet to her by Sal, just because he likes them both.

Ned & Cat Stark (2025)

Arya Week 2025: Day 3 | Leader and Protector

"This is the Inn of the Kneeling Man, my lady. It stands upon the very spot where the last King in the North knelt before Aegon the Conqueror to offer his submission. That's him on the sign, I suppose." - ASoS, Jaime II

The painted sign above the door showed a picture of some old king on his knees. - ASoS, Arya II

"Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?" "The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell." - ASoS, Arya II

when Harwin (a guard of House Stark) kneels before Arya at the exact same spot Torrhen Stark knelt before King Aegon? *chef's kiss* ✨💋🤌

Arya Week 2025: Day 4 | In-Universe Parallels

He could hear her still at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. - Eddard I, AGoT

Arya chewed her lip and said nothing. She would not betray Jon, not even to their father. - Arya II, AGoT

Arya & Lyanna protecting Jon Snow 🤍🐺✨

"She stared at them with yearning. Part of her wanted to be a swan." — Arya V, ACOK

Thank you so much again for the wonderful gif @arte072

what jon snow wanted in adwd vs what actually happened

stick 'em with the pointy end, indeed 😔

Edric Dayne: Can you ask Arya if she likes me?
Gendry: That's your wife. Ask her yourself.
Edric: I do know that, but can you-
Gendry: *walks away*

Arya Week Day 5 | Magic, Religion, and Faith

In the godswood she found her broomstick sword where she had left it, and carried it to the heart tree. There she knelt. Red leaves rustled. Red eyes peered inside her. The eyes of the gods. "Tell me what to do, you gods," she prayed.

For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya's skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father's voice. "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives," he said.

"But there is no pack," she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. "I'm not even me now, I'm Nan."

"You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you." - Arya X, ACoK