Thank You Anon! This Is Some Kind Of Future Vision Were Jon Gets Legitimized Via Robbs Wishes, And At

Thank you anon! This is some kind of future vision were Jon gets legitimized via Robbs wishes, and at least for a short moment in time, gets to be Lord of Winterfell (before his real ancestry gets revealed and everything goes to shit with the white walkers) also Satin is here because I said so.

As for your question, I think they would have lighter versions of their traditional clothes, I can’t imagine them voluntarily wearing the newest of Kings Landing fashion, well apart from Sansa of course :D Can you imagine how funny it would be if they just forgot though? Ned trying to stay composed while sweating to death in his five fur coats while serving as hand of the king…

“But all Jon desired was my father's swords, to aid his darling boys. I should have refused him, but he was such an old man, how long could he live? Half his teeth were gone, and his breath smelled like bad cheese. I cannot abide a man with foul breath. Petyr's breath is always fresh . . . he was the first man I ever kissed, you know. My father said he was too lowborn, but I knew how high he'd rise. Jon gave him the customs for Gulltown to please me, but when he increased the incomes tenfold my lord husband saw how clever he was and gave him other appointments, even brought him to King's Landing to be master of coin. That was hard, to see him every day and still be wed to that old cold man. Jon did his duty in the bedchamber, but he could no more give me pleasure than he could give me children. His seed was old and weak. All my babies died but Robert, three girls and two boys. All my sweet little babies dead, and that old man just went on and on with his stinking breath. So you see, I have suffered too.”

The Martells

Unnamed Prince (Consort) of Dorne and unnamed Princess of Dorne with Doran, Elia and Oberyn

(Inspired by traditional middle eastern / indian fashion)

Governance bored this warrior prince, however. He did better when King Viserys made him Commander of the City Watch. Finding the watchmen ill-armed and clad in oddments and rags, Daemon equipped each man with dirk, short sword, and cudgel, armored them in black ringmail (with breastplates for the officers) and gave them long golden cloaks that they might wear with pride. Ever since, the men of the City Watch have been known as “gold cloaks.” Prince Daemon took eagerly to the work of the gold cloaks, and oft prowled the alleys of King’s Landing with his men. That he made the city more orderly no man could doubt, but his discipline was a brutal one. 

Can't wait for euron to get his shit decked by a second grader

Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

requested by @ladystarks