Queen Jeyne would be safest behind the high, strong walls of Riverrun, with the Blackfish to protect her. Robb had even created him a new title, Warden of the Southern Marches.
Do you want to know the horrible truth? I can’t even remember what she looked like. I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted. Someone took her away from me, and seven kingdoms couldn’t fill the hole she left behind. -Robert Baratheon.
For she was his secret treasure, she was his shame and his bliss. And a chain and a keep are nothing, compared to a woman’s kiss.
Under the sea, the fish eat us. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.
The mystery knight prevails against all challengers, and wonder dances in his wake.
All the best swords have names.” “Like Ice,” she said. She looked at the blade in her hand. “Does this have a name? Oh, tell me.” “Can’t you guess?” Jon teased. “Your very favorite thing.” Arya seemed puzzled at first. Then it came to her. She was that quick. They said it together: “Needle!
Nothing but this: I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.” He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. “I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here. You leave me no choice but to appeal to the gods. I demand trial by battle.
Paying good coin to bad men.
May the Warrior grant me a smooth course and a quick victory.
Though Roose had been in battles, he bore no scars. Though well past forty, he was as yet unwrinkled, with scarce a line to tell of the passage of time.
The King’s Hand should have a hand,” the Hand said “I will not have men speaking of the King’s Stump.
The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
Good armor and a good horse means a good ransom if I unseat him.
He’s turned against me too, Theon realized. Of late it seemed to him as if the very stones of Winterfell had turned against him. If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?
The Iron Throne will go to the man who has the strength to seize it.
Ghosts,” Irri muttered. “Terrible ghosts. We must not stay here, Khaleesi, this is their place.” “I fear no ghosts.
Better to die a knight than live like that.
I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon.
Men fight more fiercely for a king who shares their peril than one who hides behind his mother’s skirts.
Thrones are won with swords, not quills. Spill blood, not ink.