“There have always been men who found it easier to speak vows than to keep them,” he admitted. Ser Boros Blount was no stranger to the Street of Silk, and Ser Preston Greenfield used to call at a certain draper’s house whenever the draper was away, but Arys would not shame his Sworn Brothers by speaking of their failings. ”Ser Terrence Toyne was found abed with his king’s mistress,” he said instead. “Twas love, he swore, but it cost his life and hers, and brought about the downfall of his House and the death of the noblest knight who ever lived.” ~ Tom Cullen as Ser Arys Oakheart 

“There have always been men who found it easier to speak vows than to keep them,” he admitted. Ser Boros Blount was no stranger to the Street of Silk, and Ser Preston Greenfield used to call at a certain draper’s house whenever the draper was away, but Arys would not shame his Sworn Brothers by speaking of their failings. ”Ser Terrence Toyne was found abed with his king’s mistress,” he said instead. “Twas love, he swore, but it cost his life and hers, and brought about the downfall of his House and the death of the noblest knight who ever lived.” ~ Tom Cullen as Ser Arys Oakheart 

“Attack,” he said at once. “A man surrounded by foes cannot defend himself. Try, and the axe will take you in the back whilst you are parrying the sword. No. When faced with many enemies, choose the weakest, kill him, ride over him, and escape.” 

“Where should I escape to?” 

“Into my bed. Into my arms. Into my heart.” The hilts of Daario’s arakh and stiletto were wrought in the shape of golden women, naked and wanton. He brushed his thumbs across them in a way that was remarkably obscene and smiled a wicked smile.
~ Oscar Isaac as Daario Naharis

“Attack,” he said at once. “A man surrounded by foes cannot defend himself. Try, and the axe will take you in the back whilst you are parrying the sword. No. When faced with many enemies, choose the weakest, kill him, ride over him, and escape.”

“Where should I escape to?”

“Into my bed. Into my arms. Into my heart.” The hilts of Daario’s arakh and stiletto were wrought in the shape of golden women, naked and wanton. He brushed his thumbs across them in a way that was remarkably obscene and smiled a wicked smile.
~ Oscar Isaac as Daario Naharis

“Joffrey…I remember once, this kitchen cat…the cooks were wont to feed her scraps and fish heads. One told the boy that she had kittens in her belly, thinking he might want one. Joffrey opened up the poor thing with a dagger to see if it were true. When he found the kittens, he brought them to show to his father. Robert hit the boy so hard I thought he’d killed him.” The king took off his crown and placed it on the table. “Dwarf or leech, this killer served the kingdom well. They must send for me now.” ~ Stannis Baratheon

“Joffrey…I remember once, this kitchen cat…the cooks were wont to feed her scraps and fish heads. One told the boy that she had kittens in her belly, thinking he might want one. Joffrey opened up the poor thing with a dagger to see if it were true. When he found the kittens, he brought them to show to his father. Robert hit the boy so hard I thought he’d killed him.” The king took off his crown and placed it on the table. “Dwarf or leech, this killer served the kingdom well. They must send for me now.” ~ Stannis Baratheon

“NO!” Jaime had heard all he could stand. No, more than he could stand. He was sick of it, sick of lords and lies, sick of his father, his sister, sick of the whole bloody business. “No. No. No. No. No. How many times must I say no before you’ll hear it? Oberyn Martell? The man’s infamous, and not just for poisoning his sword. He has more bastards than Robert, and beds with boys as well. And if you think for one misbegotten moment that I would wed Joffrey’s widow…” 

“Lord Tyrell swears the girl’s still maiden.” 

“She can die a maiden as far as I’m concerned. I don’t want her, and I don’t want your Rock!” 

“You are my son -“

“I am a knight of the Kingsguard. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard! And that’s all I mean to be!” ~ Jaime Lannister

“NO!” Jaime had heard all he could stand. No, more than he could stand. He was sick of it, sick of lords and lies, sick of his father, his sister, sick of the whole bloody business. “No. No. No. No. No. How many times must I say no before you’ll hear it? Oberyn Martell? The man’s infamous, and not just for poisoning his sword. He has more bastards than Robert, and beds with boys as well. And if you think for one misbegotten moment that I would wed Joffrey’s widow…”

“Lord Tyrell swears the girl’s still maiden.”

“She can die a maiden as far as I’m concerned. I don’t want her, and I don’t want your Rock!”

“You are my son -“

“I am a knight of the Kingsguard. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard! And that’s all I mean to be!” ~ Jaime Lannister

“There are ghost here,” Bran said. Hodor had heard all the stories before, but Jojen might not have. “Old ghost, from before the Old King, even before Aegon the Dragon, seventy-nine deserters who went south to be outlaws. One was Lord Ryswell’s youngest son, so when they reached the barrowlands they sought shelter at his castle, but Lord Ryswell took them captive and returned them to the Nightfort. The Lord Commander had holes hewn in the top of the Wall and he put the deserters in them and sealed them up alive in the ice. They have spears and horns and they all face north. The seventy-nine sentinels, they’re called. They left their posts in life, so in death their watch goes on forever. Years later, when Lord Ryswell was old and dying, he had himself carried to the Nightfort so he could take the black and stand beside his son. He’d sent him back to the Wall for honor’s sake, but he loved him still, so he came to share his watch.” ~ Bran Stark

“There are ghost here,” Bran said. Hodor had heard all the stories before, but Jojen might not have. “Old ghost, from before the Old King, even before Aegon the Dragon, seventy-nine deserters who went south to be outlaws. One was Lord Ryswell’s youngest son, so when they reached the barrowlands they sought shelter at his castle, but Lord Ryswell took them captive and returned them to the Nightfort. The Lord Commander had holes hewn in the top of the Wall and he put the deserters in them and sealed them up alive in the ice. They have spears and horns and they all face north. The seventy-nine sentinels, they’re called. They left their posts in life, so in death their watch goes on forever. Years later, when Lord Ryswell was old and dying, he had himself carried to the Nightfort so he could take the black and stand beside his son. He’d sent him back to the Wall for honor’s sake, but he loved him still, so he came to share his watch.” ~ Bran Stark

The Battle of Blackwater is tonight I’m excited are you?

The Battle of Blackwater is tonight I’m excited are you?

Since we were robbed of Ser Loras killing Ser Robar Royce and Ser Emmon Cuy in a blind rage after seeing Renly’s dead body. I hope that we get an amazing emotional action scene of Loras spotting Stannis on the battlefield during the Battle of Blackwater and cutting down man after man to get to him.

Since we were robbed of Ser Loras killing Ser Robar Royce and Ser Emmon Cuy in a blind rage after seeing Renly’s dead body. I hope that we get an amazing emotional action scene of Loras spotting Stannis on the battlefield during the Battle of Blackwater and cutting down man after man to get to him.

Ser Harrold Hardyng “Harry the Heir” - “The Young Falcon” 


Petyr arched an eyebrow. “When Robert dies. Our poor brave Sweetrobin is such a sickly boy, it is only a matter of time. When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn’s bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon…and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back…why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa…Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That’s worth another kiss now, don’t you think?” ~ Petyr Baelish

Ser Harrold Hardyng “Harry the Heir” - “The Young Falcon”


Petyr arched an eyebrow. “When Robert dies. Our poor brave Sweetrobin is such a sickly boy, it is only a matter of time. When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn’s bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon…and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back…why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa…Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That’s worth another kiss now, don’t you think?” ~ Petyr Baelish

Fun Fact: Aegon Targaryen the fifth of his name also known as Aegon the Unlikely is the great grandfather of Robert Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon and Renly Baratheon. Hint Robert’s claim to the Iron Throne at the end of ”The War of the Usurper” also know as ”Roberts Rebellion”.

Fun Fact: Aegon Targaryen the fifth of his name also known as Aegon the Unlikely is the great grandfather of Robert Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon and Renly Baratheon. Hint Robert’s claim to the Iron Throne at the end of ”The War of the Usurper” also know as ”Roberts Rebellion”.

Those purple eyes grew huge then, and the royal mouth drooped open in shock. He lost control of his bowels, turned and ran for the Iron Throne. Beneath the empty eyes of skulls on the walls, Jaime hauled the last dragonking bodily off the steps, squealing like a pig and smelling like a privy. A single slash across his throat was all it took to end it. “So easy” he remembered thinking. “A king should die harder than this.”…

Those purple eyes grew huge then, and the royal mouth drooped open in shock. He lost control of his bowels, turned and ran for the Iron Throne. Beneath the empty eyes of skulls on the walls, Jaime hauled the last dragonking bodily off the steps, squealing like a pig and smelling like a privy. A single slash across his throat was all it took to end it. “So easy” he remembered thinking. “A king should die harder than this.”…