Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords.
Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords.

Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I’m alright
But it’s never enough

Where is your father? Is he alive?

Game of Thrones, S02E02

What about you anyway? You thought they were after you. Why?

thebookpenguin:

For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord.
I’ll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword.
And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree.
She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me.
I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass,
But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass