Game of Thrones S03: My Understanding so Far

She was mortified. It was not supposed to be this way. She had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her betrothed would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp.

He is as frightened as I am, Sansa realized. Perhaps that should have made her feel more kindly toward him, but it did not. All she felt was pity, and pity was death to desire.
“If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.”

Jaime, my name is Jaime…
for jazz-sparks

Friendly reminder that the next time we see Grey Wind, he and Robb will be inseparable
“The lowest among us are no different from the highest, if you give them a chance…”

I know she is fierce. She has survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandaled feet