I should be calling you my lady!
“We had to throw rocks,” Arya said miserably. “I told her to run, to go be free, that I didn’t want her anymore. There were other wolves for her to play with, we heard them howling, and Jory said the woods were full of game, so she’d have deer to hunt. Only she kept following, and finally we had to throw rocks. I hit her twice. She whined and looked at me and I felt so ‘shamed, but it was right, wasn’t it? The queen would have killed her.”
#look at them dealing with their grief is ways so true to their characters as we know them; catelyn wanting for one moment to allow herself this weakness but immediately pulling herself together when she realizes her son needs her; robb trying to cut away at his grief with his sword but finding that this is a battle he can never win; arya detaching from the gravity and reality of death to momentarily retreat somewhere deep inside; and sansa trying to maintain composure because despite her world falling to pieces around her she is still very much the lady she has always felt destined to become #LIFE RUINERS