You can’t hurt me anymore, G.R.R.M. I am immune to ASong of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones now.
Ned Stark and Ygritte were my two favorite characters. In loving them and losing them, I went through much pain and sadness, many hours, thousands of tears, and about three full-sized tissue boxes. There was joy to be had as well, however brief it was for these two amazing fictional people, and I was able to glean a little of it before their torches were snuffed forever. I read the books and sobbed. Then I watched the show and sobbed again. And yet, even though it hurt in the end, I’m glad I had the chance to share these characters’ journeys with them, for whatever little time in the world of Westeros G.R.R.M. permitted them.
The worst is over, at least for me, and so I shall manage my humble little tribute blogs and keep the memories of these characters alive a little while longer. For others in the fandom, whether you are readers or watchers or both, the worst is yet to come, and I feel for you. I really do. To be in this fandom is to be forced to stomach immense amounts of pain, anger, regret and disappointment. We’re all still here, though, because we feel it’s worth it to suffer the heartache if we get to enjoy the brief happiness that comes before it. We remember the good times. The beautiful ones.
There’s no real point to this post other than to share my feels, to know that you are either in mourning with me or fearful of what might happen to your still-living favorite, and to say to Ned and Ygritte… it was a privilege to have known you both. You are greatly missed.