"*SPOILERS* Frey´s Joke" by Mie ´Stormwing´ Bendiksby

IMAGE CONTAINS HUGE BIG SPOILERS FOR THE A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SERIES! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PAST A STORM OF SWORDS YET, DON'T LOOK.

You have now been warned.

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I finished this picture in a very short amount of time - about 6-7 hours. It's by no means brilliant (just look at the surcoat, and I didn't notice that before I was well into the shading -.-), and I haven't drawn blood in... ages.

I'm not even fan of gorey or violent pictures.

But this scene struck a chord in me. I just hadn't expected what happened at the Red Wedding. Not at all. And I cried.

I had this image in my mind for ages and didn't dare to do anything with it in case I failed horribly. Then I needed a stress break and dared myself to do it. And it worked. That's the scary bit. And when I draw something I really like I become sort of obsessed with the drawing and can't keep from working on it, even though I have other things to do. It's not a good thing, I know.

And now I'll put up the excerpt that inspired me, so I suggest you look away if you don't want any spoilers.




Here we go:


"Please." The last of Merrett's courage was running down his leg. "I've done you no harm. I brought the gold, the way you said. I answered your question. I have children."

"The Young Wolf never will," said the one-eyed outlaw.

Merrett could hardly think for the whole pounding in his head. "He shamed us, the whole realm was laughing, we had to cleanse the stain on our honor." His father had said all that and more.

"Maybe so. What do a bunch o' bloody peasants know about a lord's honor?" Yellow cloak wrapped the end of the rope around his hands three times. "We know some about murder, though."

"Not murder." His voice was shrill. "It was vengeance, we had a right to our vengeance. It was war. Aegon, we called him Jinglebell, a poor lackwit never hurt anyone, Lady Stark cut his throat. We lost half a hundred men in the camps. Ser Garse Goodbrook, Kyra's husband, and Ser Tytos, Jared's son... someone smashed his head with an axe... Stark's direwolf killed four of our wolfhounds and tore the kennelmaster's arm off his shoulder, even after we'd filled him full of quarrels..."

"So you sewed his head on Robb Stark's neck after both of them were dead," said yellow cloak.

- A Storm of Swords, George R. R. Martin.

Robb Stark, Grey Wind, excerpt and ASoIaF-verse (c) George R. R. Martin

Artwork (c) me

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Texture

Wolf reference

Throne reference

And thanks to thetourist93 for letting me take a picture of her arm I could use as reference. Without her arm this piece would've been nothing.