Decided to try my hand at some minimalist(-ish) cover redesigns.
Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty’s laurel in Lyanna’s lap.
- A Game of Thrones
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| ASOIAF : PRE-SERIES |
feat. Aishwarya Rai as Elia Martell
The thought of Cat was as painful as a bed of nettles. He wondered where she was, what she was doing. He wondered whether he would ever see her again.
She could not think about Ned now. She would not. It would not do. She had to be strong.
When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.
“Maester Cressen told Stannis that we might be forced to eat our dead, and there was no gain in flinging away good meat.” Renly pushed back his hair. Brienne bound it with a velvet tie and pulled a padded cap down over his ears, to cushion the weight of his helm. “Thanks to the Onion Knight we were never reduced to dining on corpses, but it was a close thing. Too close for Ser Gawen, who died in his cell.”