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We could sheep shift Lord Desmond’s bed. You cut a little hole in his mattress and you stuff sheep dung inside. Then you sew up the hole and make his bed again. His room will stink, but he won’t know where it’s coming from.

(Source: hermiola)

Tyrion had considered going to her then, to offer what comfort 
he could. No, he had to remind himself, she will not look for
solace from a Lannister. 

(Source: queenofwrath)

Afterward he mixed her a draught of dreamwine, with some honey so it might go down easier. “Sleep a bit, child. When you wake, all this will seem a bad dream.”

No it won’t, you stupid man, Sansa thought, but she drank the dreamwine anyway, and slept.

(Source: arthurdayne)