Not killing him must mean that The Hound was no longer on Arya’s Death List. She’d never say that though. Especially not to him. Letting The Hound bleed out is probably the closest Arya will ever get to hugging someone again.
Cersei Lannister needs to watch her back. Sansa is shaping up to have a warg for a brother, a Faceless Assassin for a sister, Petyr Baelish as an ally, and the power of The Vale behind her. Sansa Stark may wind up being the baddest b!tch in all of Westeros. SANSA GOT SWAGGER!
Sansa dont’ front. It’s been a long road and it took a sniveling child, but Sansa is finally standing up for herself. Good on her for smacking Robin after he had a tantrum and destroyed her little snow Winterfell. That kid is an obnoxious cretin.
This episode got me thinking about musical iconography.
I was cataloguing the remaining Starks and realized that I’d forgotten about Rickon again. John then said, “How much attention did you ever pay to Tommen? And now he’s king.”
I haven’t been moved to write fanfic until now. I want SO BADLY for Jaime and Brienne to get married and have an awkward life with their giant, gangly children at Casterly Rock. It’s not about romance and love. It’s about those two being so effing perfect for each other as life partners. They already bicker like they’ve been married for twenty years.
The Hound is my spirit animal. Yes, he’s gone mercenary and plans to sell Arya to Lyssa Arryn (like Arya would even let that happen). But, ow that he’s liberated himself from Joffrey and the Lannisters, he’s become such a witty badass.
“We’re not people to you. We’re just a million ways to get what you want.” Gendry handily describes class warfare waged on low born at the hands of high born. His observation is as true in Westeros as it is here.
While I was trolling Game of Thrones stuff, I came across a sub-genre of GoT goods honoring Westeros’ least verbose (and probably most innocent) citizen: Hodor.