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July 13 - July 28, 2025
He trusted me with his sword. He trusted me with his honor.
His eyes could see inside you, could see how weak and worthless and ugly you were down deep. When he looked at you, you knew.
Unbidden, his thoughts went to Brienne of Tarth. Stupid stubborn ugly wench. He wondered where she was.
Jaime had come walking through that mist naked as his name day, looking half a corpse and half a god.
He may be a seasoned knight, she thought, but he is no Jaime Lannister.
history is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging.
“I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.”
“I don’t want to have a dozen sons,” she had told him, appalled. “I want to have adventures.”
“Egg, I dreamed that I was old.”
“Godless? Why, Aeron, I am the godliest man ever to raise sail! You serve one god, Damphair, but I have served ten thousand. From Ib to Asshai, when men see my sails, they pray.”
Hot malsf
“This girl forgets herself,” snarled Pinchface Jon Myre. “Balon let her believe she was a man.” “Your father made the same mistake with you,” said Asha.
was not always wary, she might have shouted down at Crabb. When I was a little girl I believed that all men were as noble as my father.
don’t know how to do that anymore.”
Me neither brienne :(
Too stupid to learn and too stupid to give up.
Moi
When Tywin Lannister spoke, men obeyed. When Cersei spoke, they felt free to counsel her, to contradict her, even refuse her. It is all because I am a woman. Because I cannot fight them with a sword. They gave Robert more respect than they give me, and Robert was a witless sot.
Jaime found himself wondering if Brienne might have passed this way before him.
“You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”
Aurane had asked her leave to name her Lord Tywin, which Cersei had been pleased to grant. She looked forward to hearing men speak of her father as a “she.”
“I know a little of this man, Sandor Clegane. He was Prince Joffrey’s sworn shield for many a year, and even here we would hear tell of his deeds, both good and ill. If even half of what we heard was true, this was a bitter, tormented soul, a sinner who mocked both gods and 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.
“A daughter.” Brienne’s eyes filled with tears. “He deserves that. A daughter who could sing to him and grace his hall and bear him grandsons. He deserves a son too, a strong and gallant son to bring honor to his name. Galladon drowned when I was four and he was eight, though, and Alysanne and Arianne died still in the cradle. I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter.”
but every little girl needs a big brother to protect her. Tywin was big even when he was little.”
but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you.
What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame. The language misled us all for a thousand years. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it.”
we all deceive ourselves, when we want to believe.
Daenerys is our hope. Tell them that, at the Citadel. Make them listen. They must send her a maester. Daenerys must be counseled, taught, protected.
All you Westerosi make a shame of loving. There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons.
What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world?
That was what men wanted, wasn’t it? Soft helpless women that they needed to protect?
She could not fight without her magic sword. Ser Jaime had given it to her.
Oathkeeper. I have to find the girl. I have to find his honor.
