The Dance Of The Dragons Week: Day 1 The Blacks Or The Greens

the dance of the dragons week: day 1 → the blacks or the greens

“Her blood is on your hands,” she raged at him. “Her blood is on your cock. May you die screaming.”

Rhaena Targaryen reached out and grabbed his beard and pulled his face to hers.

“Hear this, my lord. Do not think to wed again. Take care of the whelps my mother gave you, my half-brother and half-sister. See that they want for nothing. Do that, and I will let you be. If I should hear even a whisper of your taking some other poor maid to wife, I will make another Harrenhal of Storm’s End, with you and her inside it.”

While Rogar dismissed Rhaena’s threats in front of his brothers, he never wed again.

POV ur about to get brutally murdered by your own men

He is marking down the men to die, Dunk realized. “My lord,” he said, “we saw the heads outside. Is that… will the Fiddler… Daemon… will you have his head as well?” Lord Bloodraven looked up from his parchment. “That is for King Aerys to decide… but Daemon has four younger brothers, and sisters as well. Should I be so foolish as to remove his pretty head, his mother will mourn, his friends will curse me for a kinslayer, and Bittersteel will crown his brother Haegon. Dead, young Daemon is a hero. Alive, he is an obstacle in my half brother’s path. He can hardly make a third Blackfyre king whilst the second remains so inconveniently alive. Besides, such a noble captive will be an ornament to our court, and a living testament to the mercy and benevolence of His Grace King Aerys.”

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   He doesn’t understand. “My lord,” Sam said, “my f-f-f-father, Lord Randyll, he, he, he, he, he. the life of a maester is a life of servitude. ” He was babbling, he knew. “No son of House Tarly will ever wear a chain. The men of Horn Hill do not bow and scrape to petty lords.” If it is chains you want, come with me. “Jon, I cannot disobey my father. ”    Jon, he’d said, but Jon was gone. It was Lord Snow who faced him now, grey eyes as hard as ice. “You have no father,” said Lord Snow. “Only brothers. Only us. Your life belongs to the Night’s Watch, so go and stuff your smallclothes into a sack, along with anything else you care to take to Oldtown. You leave an hour before sunrise. And here’s another order. From this day forth, you will not call yourself a craven. You’ve faced more things this past year than most men face in a lifetime. You can face the Citadel, but you’ll face it as a Sworn Brother of the Night’s Watch. I can’t command you to be brave, but I can command you to hide your fears. You said the words, Sam. Remember?”    I am the sword in the darkness. But he was wretched with a sword, and the darkness scared him. “I. I’ll try.”   “You won’t try. You will obey.”   “Obey.” Mormont’s raven flapped its great black wings.   “As my lord commands.”  

 (AFFC, SAMWELL I)

Hi my name is Jon Snow and I’m the bastard son of the Warden of the North Lord Eddard Stark (that’s how I got my name) and I have long dark brown hair that reaches my shoulders and grey eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look the most like my father out of my siblings (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Rhaegar Targaryen but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a brother of the Night’s Watch (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing boiled leather and roughspun blacks with matching black cloak around it, crisp black leathers, black wool and high leather boots. I was wearing moleskin gloves and my big sword Longclaw. I was walking outside Castle Black. It was snowing so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of black brothers stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.