His thoughts kept returning to Arya. There is no way I can help her. I put all kin aside when I said my words. If one of my men told me his sister was in peril, I would tell him that was no concern of his. Once a man had said the words his blood was black. Black as a bastard’s heart. (Jon, A Dance with Dragons)
“Rhaegar won, damn him. I killed him, Ned, I drove the spike right through that black armor into his black heart, and he died at my feet. They made up songs about it.” (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)
“Snow,” an eagle cried, as foemen scuttled up the ice like spiders. Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. (Jon, A Dance with Dragons)
Yet when the jousting began, the day belonged to Rhaegar Targaryen. The crown prince wore the armor he would die in: gleaming black plate with the three-headed dragon of his House wrought in rubies on the breast. (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)
Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. (Bran, A Game of Thrones)
“Your father’s lands are beautiful,” he said. His silvery hair was blowing in the wind, and his eyes were a deep purple, darker than this boy’s. (The Griffin Reborn, A Dance with Dragons)
BROKE VOWS FOR A STARK GIRL
Bring her home, Mance. I saved your son from Melisandre, and now I am about to save four thousand of your free folk. You owe me this one little girl. (Jon, A Dance with Dragons)
Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it. (The Kingbreaker, A Dance with Dragons)
BITTER RIVALRY OVER A STARK GIRL
He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird’s nest. I made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell… I want my bride back… I want my bride back… I want my bride back… (Jon, A Dance with Dragons)
“In my dreams, I kill him every night,” Robert admitted. “A thousand deaths will still be less than he deserves.” (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)
He had the Stark face if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, a face that gave nothing away. Whoever his mother had been, she had left little of herself in her son. (Tyrion, A Game of Thrones)
Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her otherwise. The man had her brother’s hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. (Daenerys, A Clash of Kings)
The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. After that he remembered nothing. They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)
“It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. Rhaegar, I thought … the smoke was from the fire that devoured Summerhall on the day of his birth, the salt from the tears shed for those who died. (Samwell, A Feast for Crows)
The thought of Jon filled Ned with a sense of shame, and a sorrow too deep for words. If only he could see the boy again, sit and talk with him… (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)
The new king had already provided the realm with an heir in the person of his son Rhaegar, born amongst the flames of Summerhall. Aerys and his queen, his sister Rhaella, were young, and it was anticipated that they would have many more children. (The World of Ice and Fire)
Jon Snow would see through the impostesure at once. Lord Stark’s sullen bastard had known Jeyne Poole, and he had always been fond of his little half-sister Arya. (Theon, The Winds of Winter)
“Not sour, no, but … there was a melancholy to Prince Rhaegar, a sense …” The old man hesitated again. (Daenerys, A Storm of Swords)
Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his brother was strong and fast. (Bran, A Game of Thrones)
It was not the first time the queen had made note of Waters, a lean young man with grey-green eyes and long silver-gold hair. The first time she had seen him, for half a heartbeat she had almost thought Rhaegar Targaryen had returned from the ashes. (Cersei, A Feast for Crows)
She was looking at him the way she used to look at him at Winterfell, whenever he had bested Robb at swords or sums or most anything. (Jon, A Storm of Swords)
“Ser Jorah named Rhaegar the last dragon once. He had to have been a peerless warrior to be called that, surely?”
“Your Grace,” said Whitebeard, “the Prince of Dragonstone was a most puissant warrior, but …” (Daenerys, A Storm of Swords)
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