of the blood of Old Valyria


I don’t want any Lannister, she wanted to say. I want Willas, I want Highgarden and the puppies and the barge, and sons named Eddard and Bran and Rickon. But then she remembered what Dontos had told her in the godswood. Tyrell or Lannister, it makes no matter, it’s not me they want, only my claim.


You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles.



Game of Thrones - Season 3




I’ve made my decision. And I’ve made mine.



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Game of Thrones; season 3

If we die we’ll die, but first we’ll live.