““You’ll see hundred castles. The battle’s done. Maester Aemon will see to you. You’re kissed by fire, remember? Lucky. It will take more than an arrow to kill you. Aemon will draw it out and patch you up, and we’ll get milk of the poppy for the pain.”
She just smiled at that. “D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.”
“We’ll go back to the cave,” he said.” You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.”
“Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.”~
Ygritte’s death is the saddest death in the series…
how jealous am I. wow.
“You’re mine.” She whispered. ”Mine as I’m yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we’ll live. ” - George R.R. Martin, A Storm Of Swords.
…Ygritte. Nothing at all. Yet you are awesome and I adore you both :)
- Charles Bukowski. (via ovariosviolentos)