SANSA?????????SPOILERS ΑΠΟ ΒΙΒΛΙΑ

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ναι, δεν τον βλεπω καλα τον μικρο..

Κανείς δεν τον βλέπει καλά.

Το απόσπασμα στα βιβλία όπου ο Μπέλις εξηγεί το σχέδιο του στην Σάνσα

Lord Jasper Arryn, begin with him. Jon Arryn's father. He begot three children, two sons and a daughter. Jon was the eldest, so the Eyrie and the lordship passed to him. His sister Alys wed Ser Elys Waynwood, uncle to the present Lady Waynwood." He made a wry face. "Elys and Alys, isn't that precious? Lord Jasper's younger son, Ser Ronnel Arryn, wed a Belmore girl, but only rang her once or twice before dying of a bad belly. Their son Elbert was being born in one bed even as poor Ronnel was dying in another down the hall. Are you paying close attention, sweetling?"

Εδω ο Μπέλις αναλύει στην Σάνσα το γενεαλογικό δέντρο των Αρρυν. H Lady Waynwood εμφανίστηκε στο τελευταίο επεισόδιο της σειράς.


Ο Μπέλις συνεχίζει να εξηγεί στην Σάνσα, την ιστορία των Άρρυν.

"Yes. There was Jon and Alys and Ronnel, but Ronnel died."

"Good. Now, Jon Arryn married thrice, but his first two wives gave him no children, so for long years his nephew Elbert was his heir. Meantime, Elys was plowing Alys quite dutifully, and she was whelping once a year. She gave him nine children, eight girls and one precious little boy, another Jasper, after which she died exhausted. Boy Jasper, inconsiderate of the heroic efforts that had gone into begetting him, got himself kicked in the head by a horse when he was three years old. A pox took two of his sisters soon after, leaving six. The eldest married Ser Denys Arryn, a distant cousin to the Lords of the Eyrie. There are several branches of House Arryn scattered across the Vale, all as proud as they are penurious, save for the Gulltown Arryns, who had the rare good sense to marry merchants. They're rich, but less than couth, so no one talks about them. Ser Denys hailed from one of the poor, proud branches . . . but he was also a renowned jouster, handsome and gallant and brimming with courtesy. And he had that magic Arryn name, which made him ideal for the eldest Waynwood girl. Their children would be Arryns, and the next heirs to the Vale should any ill befall Elbert. Well, as it happened, Mad King Aerys befell Elbert. You know that story?"

Ο Elbert είχε πάει μαζί με τον Μπράντον Σταρκ στο Κινγκς Λάντινγκ να ζητήσουν εξηγήσεις για την απαγωγή της Λυάννα, και ο Αίρυς τους σκότωσε.

And soon after, Ser Denys left his pregnant Waynwood wife to ride to war. He died during the Battle of the Bells, of an excess of gallantry and an axe. When they told his lady of his death she perished of grief, and her newborn son soon followed. No matter. Jon Arryn had gotten himself a young wife during the war, one he had reason to believe fertile. He was very hopeful, I'm sure, but you and I know that all he ever got from Lysa were stillbirths, miscarriages, and poor Sweetrobin.

Στον πόλεμο πέθανε και ένας ακόμα συγγενης του Τζον Άρρυν, αλλά ο Τζον παντρεύτηκε την Λάισα, η οποία ύστερα από αρκετές αποβολές, απέκτησε τον Ρόμπιν.
Όσο για το υπόλοιπο σόι του Τζον Άρρυν,

"Which brings us back to the five remaining daughters of Elys and Alys. The eldest had been left terribly scarred by the same pox that killed her sisters, so she became a septa. Another was seduced by a sellsword. Ser Elys cast her out, and she joined the silent sisters after her bastard died in infancy. The third wed the Lord of the Paps, but proved barren. The fourth was on her way to the riverlands to marry some Bracken when Burned Men carried her off. That left the youngest, who wed a landed knight sworn to the Waynwoods, gave him a son that she named Harrold, and perished." He turned her hand over and lightly kissed her wrist. "So tell me, sweetling—why is Harry the Heir?"

Ο πιο κοντινός συγγενής του Ρόμπιν, είναι ο Χάρρυ, γνωστός και ως κληρονόμος, και τον λένε έτσι επειδή

"He is not Lady Waynwood's heir. He's Robert's heir. If Robert were to die . . ."

Petyr arched an eyebrow. "When Robert dies. Our poor brave Sweetrobin is such a sickly boy, it is only a matter of time. When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn's bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon . . . and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden's cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back . . . why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa . . . Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That's worth another kiss now, don't you think?"

Ο Ρόμπιν είναι έτσι και αλλιώς ασθενικός, και προτού ξεκινήσει ο πόλεμος, όλοι στην Κοιλάδα πίστευαν ότι ο μικρός θα πεθάνει πρόωρα και θα τον διαδεχτεί ο κοντινότερος ξάδερφος του, ο Χάρρυ, τον οποίο έχει υπό την κηδεμονία της η Lady Waynwood, η οποία χρωστάει πάρα μα πάρα πολλά λεφτά στον Μπέλις.
Το σχέδιο του Μπέλις είναι να παντρέψει την μπάσταρδη κόρη του με τον Χάρρυ και στην συνέχεια να αποκαλύψει ότι πρόκειται για την Σάνσα.

H Αλέιν, εντωμεταξύ, δίνει πολλά ναρκωτικά στον μικρό, αν και ο μειστερ διαφωνεί.

"Just give him a cup of the sweetmilk before we go, and another at the feast, and there should be no trouble."

"Very well." They paused at the foot of the stairs. "But this must be the last. For half a year, or longer."

"You had best take that up with the Lord Protector." She pushed through the door and crossed the yard. Colemon only wanted the best for his charge, Alayne knew, but what was best for Robert the boy and what was best for Lord Arryn were not always the same. Petyr had said as much, and it was true. Maester Colemon cares only for the boy, though. Father and I have larger concerns.

"Give his lordship a cup of sweetmilk," she told the maester. "That will stop him from shaking on the journey down."

"He had a cup not three days past," Colemon objected.

"And wanted another last night, which you refused him."

"It was too soon. My lady, you do not understand. As I've told the Lord Protector, a pinch of sweetsleep will prevent the shaking, but it does not leave the flesh, and in time . . ."