|ned:||you just stood there while aerys killed my brother and my father|
|jaime:||but i killed aerys|
|ned:||also fuck you for killing your king|
“Everything would have worked out better for Sean Bean’s GOT and LOTR characters if they had switched places. Ned would have been too honorable to be corrupted by the ring and Boromir would have been dishonorable enough not to be pawned.”
:D :D :D
The words gave her a chill, as they always did. The Stark words. Every noble house had its words. Family mottoes, touchstones, prayers of sorts, they boasted of honor and glory, promised loyalty and truth, swore faith and courage. All but the Starks. Winter is coming, said the Stark words. Not for the first time, she reflected on what a strange people these northerners were.
Daily ASOIAF Valentine, plus two from the weekend!
Eat your heart out, Valentine.
There are no Valentines like me, only me.
I’m head over heels 4 u!
… but never think that means I have forgotten. The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done.