I mean to give the smallfolk peace and food and justice. If that will not suffice to win their love, let Mushroom make a progress. Or perhaps we might send a dancing bear. Someone once told me that the commons love nothing half so much as dancing bears. You may call a halt to this feast tonight as well. Send the lords home to their own keeps and give the food to the hungry. Full bellies and dancing bears shall be my policy. – Aegon III.
Good. Hodor is a man, not a mule to be beaten.
Every time they shuffled forward another place, the bells on their collars tinkled brightly. Such a happy sound, it makes me want to scoop out someone’s eyeballs with a spoon.
Forbid her anything and it became her heart’s desire.
Soy Daenerys de la Tormenta, de la sangre y la semilla de Aegon el conquistador.
How do I bloody well prove I didn’t poison the wine, when a thousand people saw me fill Joff’s cup?
I thought Grenn was my friend. You shouldn’t kick your friends. Why won’t they let me be? I just need to rest that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.
Ask the Prince of Dragonstone.” For an instant, the deep red clouds that crowned the western hills reminded him of Rhaegar’s children, all wrapped up in crimson cloaks.
Whatever you do, make certain that your hands are clean.
The fisherman drowned, but his daughter got Stark to the Sisters before the boat went down. They say he left her with a bag of silver and a bastard in her belly. Jon Snow, she named him, after Arryn.
I do so love a nicely bandied word.
Truly, sister, you were born to be a widow.” Tyrion.
The decks of Euron’s ship were painted red, to better hide the blood that soaked them.
I see the faces of slaves. I free you. Take off your collars. Go if you wish, no one shall harm you. If you stay, it will be as brothers and sisters, husbands and wives.” The black eyes watched her, wary, expressionless. “I see the children, women, the wrinkled faces of the aged. I was a child yesterday. Today I am a woman. Tomorrow I will be old. To each of you I say, give me your hands and your hearts, and there will always be a place for you.” She.
The stories are, before me and after me, before you too.
He could feel the eyes of the dead. They were all listening, he knew. And winter was coming.
I knew he would rise high,” Catelyn said. “He was always clever, even as a boy, but it is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.
The Merlyn gaped at him. “A kingsmoot? There has not been a true kingsmoot.
I value my privacy, and if sometimes my actions seem strange or arbitrary or capricious, I do not want them challenged.
This will hurt,” he warned her, “but pain is the price of power. Do not move.