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“The silver queen is gone,” the ketch’s master told him. “She flew away upon her dragon, beyond the Dothraki sea.”

“Where is this Dothraki sea?” he demanded. “I will sail the Iron Fleet across it and find the queen wherever she may be.”

-Victarion Greyjoy
#AprilFoolsDay

Stannis ground his teeth. “I never asked for this crown. Gold is cold & heavy on the head, but so long as I am the king, I have a duty … If I must sacrifice one child to the flames to save a million from the dark … Sacrifice … is never easy, Davos. Or it is no true sacrifice.”

“I swear to you, I was never so alive
as when I was winning this throne,
or so dead as now that I’ve won it.”

-Robert Baratheon
#ASongOfIceAndFire

It was the biggest tree Jon Snow had ever seen, the trunk 8 ft wide, branches spreading so far the entire village was beneath their canopy.
“An old tree.” Mormont said, frowning. “Old,” his raven agreed from his shoulder. “Old, old, old.”
“And powerful.” Jon could feel the power.

Jon would muss up her hair & call her “little sister.” She’d tell him, “I missed you,” & he’d say it at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.

#InternationalDayOfHappiness

“I earned my knighthood. Nothing was given to me. I won a tourney mêlée at 13, when I was yet a squire. At 15, I rode with Ser Arthur Dayne against the Kingswood Brotherhood, and he knighted me on the battlefield. It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.”

In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the 3rd dagger took him between the shoulders, he gave a grunt & fell facefirst into the snow. He never felt the 4th knife. Only the cold…

#IdesOfMarch

Gendry hit the man’s helm, tearing it off his head. Underneath he was bald & scared-looking, with missing teeth & a speckly grey beard, but even as she was feeling sorry for him she was killing him, shouting, “Winterfell! Winterfell!” while Hot Pie screamed “Hot Pie!” beside her.

Viserys had been stupid & vicious, yet sometimes she missed him. Not the cruel weak man he was by the end, but the brother who let her creep into his bed, the boy who told her tales of the Seven Kingdoms, & talked of how much better their lives would be once he claimed his crown.

“You send hired knives to kill a 14 yr old girl & still quibble about honor?” He stood. “Do it yourself, Robert. The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. Look her in the eyes before you kill her. See her tears, hear her last words. You owe her that much at least.”