#*agot

[daenerys-daario]

Dany touched it. The cloth was so smooth that it seemed to run through her fingers like water. She could not remember ever wearing anything so soft. It frightened her. She pulled her hand away. “Is it really mine?”

“A gift from the Magister Illyrio,” Viserys said, smiling. Her brother was in a high mood tonight. “The color will bring out the violet in your eyes. And you shall have gold as well, and jewels of all sorts. Illyrio has promised. Tonight you must look like a princess.”

A princess, Dany thought. She had forgotten what that was like. Perhaps she had never really known. “Why does he give us so much?” she asked. “What does he want from us?” For nigh on half a year, they had lived in the magister’s house, eating his food, pampered by his servants. Dany was thirteen, old enough to know that such gifts seldom come without their price, here in the free city of Pentos.

Dany being frightened by luxury is the very first introduction that we get. This thirteen year old girl who is genuinely scared at the face of a fancy gown because she knows it comes with a catch. (And it does, she had to marry a thirty-year old guy who doesn't even speak her language for it.)

And the line - "perhaps she had never really known [about what it was like to be a princess]"... Dany's chapters begin with tragedy. 😭😭😭😭

[lwdymidnight]

books read in 2018 → a game of thrones, by george r r martin 

“Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?' 'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.”

[daenerys-daario]

The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks [...]

I KNEW IT NED STARK IS A BLOOD SUPREMACIST AND A NAZI!!

[daenerys-daario]

“The deserter died bravely,” Robb said. He was big and broad and growing every day, with his mother’s coloring, the fair skin, red-brown hair, and blue eyes of the Tullys of Riverrun. “He had courage, at the least.”

“No,” Jon Snow said quietly. “It was not courage. This one was dead of fear. You could see it in his eyes, Stark.” Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.

Robb was not impressed. “The Others take his eyes,” he swore.

[...]

“Robb says the man died bravely, but Jon says he was afraid.”

“What do you think?” his father asked.

Bran thought about it. “Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?”

You know, I have to say I like this introduction.

It is like one of those folktales where three people answer some moral/philosophical question and their answers shed light on their wisdom and discerning capability... a mini-intro into the personality of the Stark kids.

Robb being straight-forward and thinking that the deserter is brave because he is quiet, versus Jon, being more observant and cautious, and thinking that he is scared stiff due to fear. And then Bran thinking over it, and being wise enough to guess that the man might be both brave and fearful.

[daenerys-daario]

“Lord Stark,” Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. “There are five pups,” he told Father. “Three male, two female.”

“What of it, Jon?”

“You have five trueborn children,” Jon said. “Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.”

Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.

Their father understood as well. “You want no pup for yourself, Jon?” he asked softly.

“The direwolf graces the banners of House Stark,” Jon pointed out. “I am no Stark, Father.”

Their lord father regarded Jon thoughtfully.

by no means am i the biggest fan of jon snow, but this is so genuinely noble, bittersweet and smart. the simple fact that he even calls ned "lord stark" in order to distance himself from stark family, so that the pups can have a chance of survival... you're a good egg, jonny boy.

(also jon, don't worry... if the dragonseeds can ride dragons, you get to ride direwolves!)

[daenerys-daario]

These are not dogs to beg for treats and slink off at a kick. A direwolf will rip a man’s arm off his shoulder as easily as a dog will kill a rat. - Ned Stark in AGOT

something that the fandom just doesn't seem to understand, seeing the way they just treat direwolves as "big doggy!!"

[daenerys-daario]

His father took off the man’s head with a single sure stroke. Blood sprayed out across the snow, as red as summerwine. One of the horses reared and had to be restrained to keep from bolting. Bran could not take his eyes off the blood. The snows around the stump drank it eagerly, reddening as he watched.

The head bounced off a thick root and rolled. It came up near Greyjoy’s feet. Theon was a lean, dark youth of nineteen who found everything amusing. He laughed, put his boot on the head, and kicked it away.

Theon playing football with a freshly severed head... Honestly, Theon is the character who could help me get over the boredom of Stark chapters...

[sansastark-alaynestone-blog]

The woman avoids mere eye contact with her siblings, Sansa observed as she watched Alana walk past her older brother, Jaime. She began walking towards Alana, then, with a sudden curiosity that overcame her. "My lady," she began as boldly as she could, "may I ask why you avoid contact with your brother so often?" Sansa often found herself angry with Arya for different reasons, though she never forgot a lady's courtesies. She always made sure to greet her sister when they passed each other in corridors or met at the dining table.