Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He’ll break before he bends. And Renly, that one, he’s copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day.
You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive.
some friendships are so strong, they can even transcend lifetimes.
Family, Duty, Honor. Is that the right order?
in a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws
and mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours
THIS CAP. LOOK! Look at Jaime looking at Brienne. The Stark men are laughing at her and she is embarrassed, and Jaime knows it. He sees her, because people judge him with one glance, too.
Firelight gleamed golden in the stiff whiskers that framed Lord Tywin’s face. A vein pulsed in his neck, but he did not speak. And did not speak. And did not speak.
The strained silence went on until it was more than Jaime could endure. ‘Father…’ he began.
‘You are not my son.’ Lord Tywin turned his face away. ‘You say you are the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, and only that. Very well, ser. Go do your duty.’
If you told me that I would fall for her all over again, it wouldn’t surprise me.