Arya!
"And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!”
She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illuminated her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful. Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white, whose gentle voice was soft and sad.
“I pass the test”, she said. “I will diminish, and go into the West and remain Galadriel.”
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"A ruler needs a good head and a true heart," she famously told the king. "A cock is not essential. If your Grace truly believes that women lack the wit to rule, plainly you have no further need of me." And thus Queen Alysanne departed King's Landing and flew to Dragonstone on her dragon Silverwing. [...] The queen died of a wasting illness in 100 AC, at the age of four-and-sixty, still insisting that her granddaughter Rhaenys and her children had been unfairly cheated of their rights. "The boy in the belly," the unborn child who had been the subject of so much debate, proved to be a girl when born in 93 AC. Her mother named her Laena. The next year, Rhaenys gave her a brother Laenor.
E per un soffio Arya Stark cade dalla Torre con 6 voti! Si salva Bran con 5 spinte, sebbene sia proprio lì lì per cadere! Procediamo con la Finalissima!
DODICESIMO TURNO
Bran Stark Lo Spezzato
Sansa Stark
Si vota dalla mezzanotte alle 22 di domenica 31 Maggio
Voto Bran senza esitazioni!
no Bran non può e non deve cadere da una torre mai più!
Mi dispiace un po' ma spingo Sansa
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Il bambino più odioso e cattivo del mondo, almeno Joffrey è ritardato, sto ragazzino è una calamità naturale.
Bran
Con un po' di tristezza voto il dolce Bran, ma Sansa è sempre stata uno dei miei personaggi preferiti
...Wild as a winter storm...
"Are we going home? [ ...] I want my horse. And I want applecakes and butter and honey, and Shaggy. Are we going where Shaggydog is?"
"Yes" Bran promised.
"Take me home!" Rickon demanded. "I want to be home!"
Sansa. 
Bran
"And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!”
She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illuminated her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful. Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white, whose gentle voice was soft and sad.
“I pass the test”, she said. “I will diminish, and go into the West and remain Galadriel.”
***
"A ruler needs a good head and a true heart," she famously told the king. "A cock is not essential. If your Grace truly believes that women lack the wit to rule, plainly you have no further need of me." And thus Queen Alysanne departed King's Landing and flew to Dragonstone on her dragon Silverwing. [...] The queen died of a wasting illness in 100 AC, at the age of four-and-sixty, still insisting that her granddaughter Rhaenys and her children had been unfairly cheated of their rights. "The boy in the belly," the unborn child who had been the subject of so much debate, proved to be a girl when born in 93 AC. Her mother named her Laena. The next year, Rhaenys gave her a brother Laenor.
Voto Bran, che ha la caduta dalla torre nel suo destino 
Voto Sansa!
È Frittella il nostro Re
Fa i pasticci, fa i bignè
Io ne mangio pure tre
È Frittella il nostro Re!!!
You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live.
La cosa bella di essere guardiani? l'affetto con cui veniamo ripagati, ma anche il rispetto, la riconoscenza. E' un impegno che dà molto onore e tanta gloria (Cit @Maya )
Voto BRAN!! che voli stavolta...
Bran giù...
Mai dimenticare chi sei, perché di certo il mondo non lo dimenticherà. Trasforma chi sei nella tua forza, così non potrà mai essere la tua debolezza. Fanne un'armatura, e non potrà mai essere usata contro di te.
[Tyrion Lannister a Jon Snow]
Uccidi il ragazzo che è in te, Jon Snow. L'inverno incombe su di noi. Uccidi il ragazzo e permetti all'uomo di nascere.
[Maestro Aemon a Jon Snow]
Per andare a nord, dovrai viaggiare a sud. Per raggiungere l'ovest, dovrai dirigerti a est. Per andare avanti dovrai tornare indietro. E per toccare la luce, dovrai passare tra le ombre.
[Quaithe a Daenerys]
Tre fuochi dovrai accendere... uno per la vita, uno per la morte e uno per l'amore... Tre destrieri dovrai cavalcare... uno per il piacere, uno per il terrore e uno per l'amore... Tre tradimenti dovrai conoscere... uno per il sangue, uno per l'oro e uno per l'amore.
[Gli Eterni a Daenerys]
Bran 
Non c'è storia! Bran Stark con 8 spinte viene scaraventato giù dalla Torre. Praticamente intoccata lungo tutto il gioco e con sole 3 spinte...
vince Sansa Stark!
Una "giusta" vittoria per la meno peggio
Ned, Jon (che sei uno Stark ,possono dire quello che vogliono) perdonateli
