The players in the gallery had finally gotten both king and queen down to their name-day suits. With scarcely a moment’s respite, they began to play a very different sort of song. No one sang the words, but Catelyn knew “The Rains of Castamere” when she heard it. Edwyn was hurrying toward a door. She hurried faster, driven by the music. Six quick strides and she caught him. And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low?
She had lived too long, and Ned was waiting.
“We’re here,” she shouted. Her voice sounded thin and scared, a little girl’s voice. “Robb’s just in the castle, and my mother.”
I will always reblog things like this, it won’t ruin your blog or the look of it, and this could potentially save a life.
THIS IS THE BEST HP RELATED THING I’VE EVER SEEN
I was always impressed by Rupert’s ability to stay in character even though he was cut by a piece of flying debris.
Holy shit I never noticed this.