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“Why do the gods make kings and queens, if not to protect the ones who can’t protect themselves?”
-Daenerys III, A Storm Of Swords
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The Kings Who Cared by Ondrej Hrdina
“You would do well to keep your wolf close beside you. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel. It was very cold.”
“It is always cold on the Wall.”
“You think so?”
“I know so, my lady.”
“Then you know nothing, Jon Snow,” she whispered.
“A daughter. He deserves that. A daughter who could sing to him and grace his hall and bear him grandsons. He deserves a son too, a strong and gallant son to bring honor to his name… I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter.”
Jhiqui had fastened a silver bell to the end of the braid. “I have won no victories,” she tried telling her handmaid when the bell tinkled softly.
Jhiqui disagreed. “You burned the maegi in their house of dust and sent their souls to hell.”
‘That was Drogon’s victory, not mine.’
The other raised his visor to show a beardless face. “His son and heir. Ser Talbert Serry. And who are you, kraken?”
“Your death.” Victarion bulled toward him.
Serry leapt to meet him. His longsword was good castle-forged steel, and the young knight made it sing.
When he turned to find the next victim for his axe, he spied the other captain across the deck. His white surcoat was spotted with blood, but Victarion could make out the arms. “You!” the iron captain called across the carnage. “You of the rose! Be you the lord of Southshield?”
“This march was madness. More dying every day, & for what? Some girl?”
“Ned’s girl,” said Morgan Liddle.
“Ned’s girl,” echoed Big Bucket Wull. “And we should have had her & the castle both if you prancing southron jackanapes didn’t piss your satin breeches at a little snow.”
They are not strong, so I must be their strength. I must show no fear, no weakness, no doubt. However frightened my heart, when they look upon my face they must see only Drogo’s queen. She felt older than her fourteen years. If ever she had truly been a girl, that time was done.
Lord Balon occupied the Seastone Chair, carved in the shape of a great kraken from an immense block of oily black stone. Legend said the First Men found it standing on the shore of Old Wyk when they came to the Iron Islands.
-Theon II, A Clash Of Kings
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“Tell me none of this troubles you, Jon…& I’ll name you a liar & know I have the truth of it.”
Jon drew himself up. “And if it did trouble me, what might I do, bastard as I am?”
“What will you do?” Mormont asked. “Bastard as you are?”
“Be troubled“ said Jon, “& keep my vows.”