"Sansa had once dreamt of having a sister like Margaery. Beautiful and gentle, with all the world’s graces at her command."
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
"Keep me for a hostage, Edmure as well if you haven't killed him. But let Robb go."
"No." Robb's voice was whisper faint. "Mother, no..."
"Yes. Robb, get up. Get up and walk out, please, please. Save yourself."
» Mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.