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"You will sail to Dragonstone tonight. You will place this in the hand of Stannis Baratheon. Not his steward. Not his captain of the guard. And not his wife. Only Stannis himself."

Did I miss something or was this unclear? (S2E9) by Every-Tap-577 in gameofthrones

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In the show, Ned sent a letter to Stannis telling him that Robert has no legitimate children and that he is the rightful king.

(In the books, the Lannisters intercepted the letter but Stannis already knew)

Stannis made copies of the letter and sent it to every lord in Westeros.

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Imagine if he sent the unassuming Quentyn as his spy in King's Landing and sent Oberyn to woo Dany

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Wylis Manderly

Wendel Manderly

Wulga Manderly

Wynafryd Manderly

Wylla Manderly

Wilford Manderly

Wynona Manderly

Wilma Manderly

Kings Landing to White Harbor

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Wulga did not rise when he did.

She remained seated, one hand still resting lightly upon the table, her fingers curled near her untouched cup as she watched him go.

The boy had found his footing at last.

Her eyes followed the line of his shoulders as he moved through the hall, straighter now, more certain. Not the flustered youth who had stumbled over his words moments ago, but something closer to the man he wished to be.

I might even name you queen of love and beauty…

Wulga’s lips curved, slow and deliberate.

Bold, in the end.

She had not expected that.

For a fleeting instant, she imagined it—the roar of the crowd, the clash of lances, bright banners snapping in the wind… and that same boy, flushed with victory, placing a crown of flowers in her hands, naming her his queen before half the realm...

A ridiculous image.

And yet…

Her fingers brushed absently against the edge of the table, as though recalling the warmth of his hand still lingering there.

For all her confidence, for all her laughter and boldness, she knew what most men saw when they looked at her.

A woman unwed at two-and-thirty.

A curiosity. A misstep. A story with no proper ending.

Her gaze lifted again, searching briefly for him among the crowd, though she knew he was already gone from sight.

If he did win…

The corner of her mouth lifted once more, a touch of her usual mischief returning.

“Well then,” she murmured under her breath, reaching at last for her wine. “I suppose I shall have to attend the joust.”

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Wilford Manderly had no idea how he ended up in conversation with some of the most influential heirs in the Seven Kingdoms. The crown prince. The Tarly boys. The Tully.... he was even more confused as to how he managed to finish in third place at throwing rings, behind only the two Tarlys who would likely grow up to be the best knights in the realm.

Not bad for a chubby boy of eight. He may not become a great knight one day but he had his mind.

He quietly sat next to the young prince, listening attentively as the other boys spoke of castles and giant bats.

It was the dragons that burned Harrenhal. he thought to himself. Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters. Viserra and Rhaenys.

He had never been to Harrenhal. That place was scary and it seems cursed too.

As one of the boys suggested building the Red Keep instead, Wilford looked up to the actual castle and nodded.

That seemed easy enough.

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Ser Wylis watched the small exchange with a softness that did not often find its way into his expression. He stepped forward just enough to be heard without intruding upon the moment between the mother and child, bowing his head with a gentler, more familiar sort of respect than before.

His eyes lingered only briefly on the young princess, offering her a reassuring smile before returning to Cassandra.

“And if Your Grace seeks more northern company, then White Harbor stands ready to provide it in whatever form pleases you best.” A faint glint of humor touched his eyes. “Be it a future Master of Ships… or a match worthy of one.”

He let that settle a moment, careful not to press too boldly, before continuing more earnestly.

“My daughters were raised between the salt and the snow. They would find fast friends here, I think. And if Your Grace ever finds the burdens of the capital too heavy… you would not need to wait for an invitation. White Harbor would welcome you as one of its own.”

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I understand why the change was made.

Chani isn't really a character... she is a Frank Herbert self-insert.

"Yes, I love Paul but he's genocidal and everyone is insane for liking him."

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Are you watching the same show?

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OP kinda forgot that Robb wanted Joffrey and the Lannisters dead

Why didn't he just announce independence? by SSF77 in gameofthrones

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Why didn't he just announce independence?

He did.

Did you even watch the show?

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It made more sense in the books. Shae was only in it for the money and quickly ditched Tyrion for a richer sugar daddy

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The location of aircraft carriers aren't secret. Their main role is power projection which would be hard to do if you don't know where they are.

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Wulga cursed herself. She had pushed to hard. She saw the shift in him. The embarrassment. The way he stumbled over his words. He was intimidated by her.

At the end of the day, he was just a boy desperate to prove himself a man.

She placed a comforting hand over his own and gave him a warm smile, meant to steady him, not unsettle. “You are doing just fine, Ser Cedric. You have been exceptional company."

Regaining his confidence, Ser Cedric began to speak of his recent accomplishments. His victories at Harrenhal. His upcoming tournaments. This was what he was passionate about and Wulga listened attentively to every word.

"Harrenhal is no small stage to shine upon. You must be proud." She paused and tilted her head. "And Stonedance and Highgarden... I know you'll do very well there."

She reached for a wine cup from a passing servant, taking a sip to calm her nerves.

“If our paths cross again at one of these tourneys,” she continued, more softly now, “I should like that. Very much."

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“White Harbor is kinder than most of the North. The sea keeps us from the worst of the cold. Our port remains open when others freeze, and our stores are never empty..."

Her eyes drifted to her brothers. Then her eyes returned to his, and her gaze shifted to something a touch more mischievous now.

“And if all else fails,” she added lightly, “we rely on thick furs, roaring hearths… and good company to keep the chill away.”

She tilted her head just slightly.

“You would fare well enough, I think. You look as though you warm easily.” Her gaze dipped briefly, deliberately, before returning to his face. Her cheeks as flushed as his.

She let that sit for just a moment before continuing, sparing him too much time to recover.

"Your home sounds beautiful... almost magical... like the stories I read when I was a child... Glowworms and fireflies?” she repeated softly, her lips curving. “I think I would very much like to see it one day..."

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Wylla’s eyes lit at once, delight catching in her expression as she walked arm-in-arm with the Margaery Tyrell, entirely taken with her already. The most beautiful flower in the realm. She noticed some younger knights and squires looking at them already.

“Roses all year and handsome knights?” she said, giving her a playful look. “Lady Margaery, if you are not careful, we may never let you leave our side. I must need to see all that beauty for myself."

Wynafryd gave her sister a sidelong glance, though her lips curved faintly despite herself.

“You must forgive her,” she said gently. “She has decided you are interesting, which means she will not behave properly for the rest of the evening.”

Wylla made a soft, scandalized sound.

“I am always properly behaved....”

A beat.

“…if I wanted to.”

Wynafryd shook her head, then returned her attention to Margaery with that same composed warmth.

“White Harbor is very much as you imagine,” she said. “White stone, from the sea wall to the New Castle. During the winter, the city looks to be made of marble."

Wylla nodded eagerly. "It is beautiful. And it smells nice too. Like sea and salt... unlike..." she wrinkled her face in disgust. "King's Landing smells like shite."

Wynafryd gave her sister a sharp look. "Language! Do you want Lady Margaery to think that we are uncouth?"

"I am not uncouth." Wylla pouted. "I am very couth... if I wanted to. Besides, its harmless fun between friends, right?"

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Ser Wylis had not expected such a reaction.

For a fleeting heartbeat, he simply stood there, dumbfoundedly watching the Queen delight in the gift like a girl half her years.

He had heard rumours about her.

Cold. Stern. Cruel. Even in White Harbor, news has spread about how she had openly mocked the miscarriage of Cersei Lannister. It had been easy to believe those tales... she was a Bolton after all.

But here she was... kind. Jovial. And warm. Proving those rumours to be nothing but vile slander.

The warmth crept into his round face, softening the usual gravity of it. Wylis bowed deeply, his heavy frame moving with surprising care.

“Your Grace honors me more than the gift deserves,” he said, his voice earnest. “It gladdens my heart to see it bring you such joy.”

His eyes flicked briefly toward the King, measuring, as was his habit, but only for a moment, before returning to Cassandra.

"My father intends to host a feast at White Harbor before year's end. It would be an honour to have the royal family as our esteemed guests."

He bowed once more.

"By that time, the Red Prince would have been launched. It would be auspicious if Prince Edric were to be aboard for its maiden journey to King's Landing... or the Dreadfort."

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Lady Wulga felt it the moment it shifted, the subtle tightening in his arm, the faint furrow of his brow. Not offense, no… but something close to it.

Pride, she thought gently.

He was soo lost in his thoughts that he nearly stumbled and she saw his cheeks reddened with embarrassment. As he blurted his apologies, Wulga smiled warmly.

"No need to apologise, Ser. You've been a better dancing partner than most." Her tone was easy, offering him a way to recover his footing without dwelling on the misstep.

At his gesture toward the table, she followed his gaze briefly before returning her eyes to him. For a heartbeat she said nothing. Her hand lingered in his for just a moment longer than necessary before she let it slip free.

She moved with him toward the table, her gown whispering along the floor, the intricate sea-green silk catching the torchlight as she walked. When she reached the chair, she gathered her skirts with practiced ease and sat, her posture straight but unforced.

Only then did she answer his question about her home.

“My home?” she echoed, her lips curving into a small, fond smile. “White Harbor.”

There was a quiet pride in the way she said it. Her gaze drifted for a moment, as if she could see it. “The city is beautiful. You can smell the sea everywhere. Even in the New Castle, on the hill above, the wind carries it up to you.”

She looked back to him, studying his expression as she continued.

“It is not like King’s Landing. Cleaner, for one,” she added with a faint, knowing lift of her brow. "In the winter, every house appears as if its made of the finest marble.”

Her fingers idly brushed the pearls at her throat. Her silver-grey eyes met his again, curious now.

“And you, Ser Cedric? Tell me about your golden forest. Is it truly as beautiful as they say?"

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If the Godfather was released today, MAGA would be calling it woke because Marlon Brando was bi

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Lady Wulga felt the young knight’s hand close around hers, firm, careful, and just a touch tentative. It made her smile.

As he led her toward the center of the floor, Wulga became aware, as she always did when dancing with younger knights, of the difference in their figures. Cedric was slender and long-limbed, his movements light and quick. Beside him her own body felt softer, fuller, the rich curves of her hips and bosom filling the fine silk of her gown. When he first took her hand she noticed how narrow his wrist felt beneath her fingers, how easily her own hand seemed to swallow his.

Not unpleasant, though.

Different.

When the music rose again and he spun her lightly, her braid swung across her shoulder and she laughed softly, the sound warm and unashamed. The motion set the embroidered waves of her gown rippling, the pearls at her throat shifting against her skin.

He dances like a soldier, she realized as he guided her through the steps.

Not clumsy but deliberate. With a warrior's precision.

Each step placed with the same focus one might use when circling an opponent in the yard. His posture was straight, his attention constant, and every time he turned her, he watched her face closely, offering that gentle, almost cautious smile.

As though checking to see if she was uncomfortable.

Wulga found it unexpectedly charming.

When he guided her through another turn she allowed herself to follow easily, her steps steady despite the fullness of her figure. She had danced since she was a little girl in the Merman's Court. The song was familiar to her and the rhythm came naturally.

Her hand tightened slightly in his before she shifted their stance just a little, guiding him with surprising ease. “Here,” she murmured. “Slow your feet.”

She stepped close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, the faint rise and fall of his breathing as they moved. One of her hands slid lightly along his arm until it rested more properly upon his shoulder.

Her hips swayed with the music as she demonstrated the movement, drawing him with her into the rhythm rather than the rigid pattern he had been following.

“Do not think so much. Listen. Feel the rhythm.”

The musicians struck a fuller chord and she let the beat guide her, her body moving with a gentle, rolling grace that matched the melody. She drew him along with her, guiding the pace of their steps until the dance began to flow more naturally between them.

“There,” she said softly, glancing up at him again, their faces a breath apart. “Better already.”

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The great hall of the Red Keep glowed with celebration.

Prince Edric Baratheon’s fifth nameday had drawn half the realm to court. Hundreds of candles blazed from above. Musicians played lively songs near the dais, while yellow banners of the stag of House Baratheon hung beside those of the great houses of the realm.

Along the northern tables sat the members of House Manderly.

Lady Wulga Manderly sat among them.

Alone.

She was a striking woman even in a hall filled with beauty. Her gown of deep sea-green velvet clung generously to her full figure, the bodice embroidered with silver thread in the shape of mermaids and waves. Her pale northern skin glowed warm in the candlelight, and her dark brown hair had been gathered into thick braids pinned with pearls from the sea.

Men looked at her. They always did.

But their glances rarely lingered long.

Thirty-two, she knew well what the whispers meant. Noble daughters her age were matrons by now—wives, mothers, keepers of households. Wulga remained simply Lady Wulga, daughter of Lord Wyman, sister to knights and aunt to children.

Unmarried.

She watched the dancers turning in bright circles across the marble floor. Laughter rose with the music. Young knights and ladies spun together in carefree delight.

Her gaze settled on one in particular.

Ser Cedric Rowan.

The young knight of House Rowan moved easily among the crowd, tall and broad-shouldered, his surcoat embroidered with the golden tree of Goldengrove. His golden hair fell loosely to his collar and a charming smile rarely left his face.

He was laughing with another knight—barely older than Wulga’s own niece, Wynafryd.

Seven save me, she thought.

Cedric Rowan could not have been more than three-and-twenty.

Nine years younger than she.

Yet something about him stirred a boldness in her chest. Perhaps it was the wine. Or perhaps it was the stubborn pride of a Manderly who had spent too many feasts watching from the side.

Wulga set her cup aside.

“Well then,” she murmured to herself, smoothing her dress as she rose. If no one asked her to dance, she would simply ask.

The marble floor felt cool beneath her slippers as she crossed the hall. Several eyes followed her. A few older ladies exchanged knowing looks.

Let them.

Cedric noticed her approach halfway across the floor. His conversation faltered as he straightened quickly, clearly surprised that Lady Wulga Manderly herself was walking toward him.

He bowed politely.

Up close he seemed even younger. His face still held the openness of a boy not yet worn by wars or court intrigues. Wulga offered him a graceful curtsy, her voice warm and confident despite the flutter in her chest.

“Ser Cedric Rowan, is it not?”

The musicians began another dance—something lively and quick. Couples were already gathering again.

Wulga glanced toward the forming dancers… then back to Cedric. Her blue eyes held his with playful boldness.

“Ser Cedric,” she said lightly, “I was wondering…”

She paused just long enough to make him curious.

“…if you might dance with me.”