The Lannisters meant it as an insult when they arranged the marriage of Sansa Stark to Margaery Tyrell. But is it truly an insult if nobody is insulted?

Four wolves go to a tourney; or, how the Knight of the Laughing Tree crowned the Sun of Dorne the Queen of Love and Beauty.

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no husband and bear no children. I shall wear no gowns and no jewels. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life's blood to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come. -The Sisterhood of the Night's Watch

Val didn't save Jon Snow - that was his direwolf and the red woman - but she did steal him.

Myrcella Hill is her mother's daughter, more or less.

I didn't realise that it was the Silver Queen's heart you were trying to get inside.

"You could always stay." "And what should I do at the Wall, Sam, style myself as the Night's Queen? Or Lady Commander of the Night's Watch?" "Well, we do let girls in nowadays."

Cat told herself that it wasn't improper. They would be family when she wed Brandon, and kissing games between ladies were not unheard of. As though anything involving Lyanna Stark could be proper. The wolf girl rode like a man and carried a dagger on her hip that would have been a sword had her father allowed it; she cloaked herself in impropriety.

Brienne nearly starts a brawl at Sansa Stark's wedding when she elbows Littlefinger in the face and bloodies his nose.

When Dorne became one of the Seven Kingdoms, they agreed to replace the Westeros Law of Inheritance with the Dornish Law, so that the same laws would be followed throughout the realm. Or, Five times there was no male primogeniture in Westeros, and this wasn't as helpful as you might expect.

Lyanna Stark departed this life leaving her brother with only secrets, regrets, and her newly born daughter.

In her dreams Sansa Stark wanders the ruins of Winterfell, wearing a crown and paced by a pack of wolves.

Myrcella knows what is said of her rule behind her back, that she presides over a court of bastards and women. Who better to rule a realm of bastards and women?

In the dark, under the bedclothes, Margaery calls Sansa her Queen in the North, her Red Wolf.

There must always be a Stark in Winterfell, or: Sansa goes home.

Margaery Tyrell licked her thumb and rubbed at the lion on her breast, which smudged and faded in a way that Sansa's dragon never would.

Brienne looks like the perfect portrait of a knight, kneeling in supplication before her lady.

Lyanna Stark thwarts a kidnapping, and receives an interesting offer.

The dragons were devoted to the children first and foremost, but Drogon would snap and flame at anyone who came too close to Rhaella, Balerion could on occasion be found curled up on Elia's lap while she worked, and Ghost had once arranged himself just so along the back of the Iron Throne while Lyanna held court in her husband's absence - it was the most productive court session she'd ever been party to. Or, Rhaegar marries Lyanna Stark, and runs away with Elia Martell

King's Landing swallows Dornish princesses and chokes on their bones.

If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.