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Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.

-Barristan Selmy
#asongoficeandfire

“The bones remember. The strongest glamors are built of such things. A dead man’s boots, a hank of hair, a bag of fingerbones. With whispered words & prayer, a man’s shadow can be drawn from such & draped about another like a cloak. The wearer does not change, only his seeming.”

“Let me tell you a secret, Ned. More than once, I have dreamed of giving up the crown. Take ship for the Free Cities with my horse and my hammer, spend my time warring and whoring, that’s what I was made for. The sellsword king, how the singers would love me.”

-Robert Baratheon

When the regent of the Vale rushed out to confront her, with a dozen guards at her back, she found Visenya with Ronnel Arryn seated on her knee, staring at the dragon, wonderstruck. “Mother, can I go flying with the lady?” the boy king asked.

#TheWorldOfIceAndFire

This was a bitter, tormented soul, a sinner who mocked both gods & men.
He served, but found no pride in service. He fought, but took no joy in victory. He drank, to drown his pain in a sea of wine. He did not love, nor was he loved himself. It was hate that drove him.

#theHound

“I will never betray Renly, by word or
deed. He was the king that should
have been. He was the best of them.”

-Loras Tyrell
#asoiaf

“All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs.” And with that he sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.

The bitterest foes of Winterfell were undoubtedly the Red Kings of the Dreadfort, the grim lords of House Bolton whose domains stretched from the Last River to the White Knife… Red Kings were reputed to wear cloaks made from the skins of Stark princes they had captured & flayed.

“They say the king loved to hunt. The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that. My son loved that young wife of his. Vain woman. If not for her, he would never have thought to sell those poachers.”

-Jeor Mormont
#asoiaf #LynesseHightower

Ghost was curled up asleep beside the door, but he lifted his head at the sound of Jon’s boots. The direwolf’s red eyes were darker than garnets and wiser than men. Jon knelt, scratched his ear, and showed him the pommel of the sword. “Look. It’s you.”
#asoiaf