“Do you?”
“Only by the lights of those who smile at nothing.”

  “Now answer my question. Why do you love the Starks?”
   “… I wanted to be one of them …”

"And never could. We have more in common than you know, my lord."


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the queen

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My real father lost his head at King’s Landing. I made a choice, and I chose wrong. And now I’ve burned everything down.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.



On a scale of one to Robb Stark how bad a decision maker are you?

Theon Greyjoy


my real father died in kings landing 

The only sound was a faint soft sobbing. Jeyne, he thought. It is her, sobbing in her bridal bed. Who else could it be? Gods do not weep. Or do they? The sound was too painful to endure.

Don’t die so far from the sea.

Bow your head.” Lifting the skin, his uncle pulled the cork and directed a thin stream of seawater down upon Theon’s head. It drenched his hair and ran over his forehead into his eyes. Sheets washed down his cheeks, and a finger crept under his cloak and doublet and down his back, a cold rivulet along his spine. The salt made his eyes burn, until it was all he could do not to cry out. He could taste the ocean on his lips. “Let Theon your servant be born again from the sea, as you were,” Aeron Greyjoy intoned. “Bless him with salt, bless him with stone, bless him with steel. Nephew, do you still know the words?”
“What is dead may never die,” Theon said, remembering.

— A Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin (Theon I, p95)