The direwolf let go of Joffrey and moved to Arya’s side. The prince lay in the grass, whimpering, cradling his mangled arm. His shirt was soaked in blood. Arya said, “She didn’t hurt you…much." She picked up Lion’s Tooth where it had fallen, and stood over him, holding the sword with both hands.
our ends are beginnings
King Fergus: [shrill voice] I don’t want to get married, I want to stay single and let my hair flow in the wind as I ride through the glen firing arrows into the sunset!