i’m off to fight a war
that they say could make me free
“Whose work was this?” said Lem Lemoncloak. “Mummers?”
“No,” the old man said. “Northmen they were. Savages who worship trees. They wanted the Kingslayer, they said.”
Arya heard him, and chewed her lip. She could feel Gendry looking at her. It made her angry and ashamed.
”Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance”
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Dan Matutina for Silver Screen Society