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"They overthrew my crazy father because he was lighting random people on fire. So I’m going to go back to Westeros with an army of barbarians and mercenaries to prove I deserve to be queen by lighting people on fire."
basically.
That look says it all ;)
That’s not even a “boy bye” look
That’s some next level disgust… he was dealt with accordingly though
“You are in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen. Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons.”
First of all, Jon + Satin's Crossbow Challenge may have been one of my favourite chapters in ASOS thus far...Is Satin a person people talk about? Can we talk about him? I must confess, I didn't think I would be so taken by the Northern/Wall story lines of the series, as I am now. Maybe it's because of all plot lines in the book, this is the one that I am least spoiled for. I don't know. Send help.
Moving forward with "Bran in the Nightfort":
But the sounds were louder now...
The footfalls sounded heavy to Bran, slow, ponderous, scraping against stone. It must be huge...
But the thing that came in the night was screaming too, and thrashing wildly in the folds of Meera's net...
Meera stood over him, the moonlight shining silver off the prongs of her frog spear. "Who are you?" she demanded.
I'm SAM," the black thing sobbed. "Sam, Sam, I'm Sam, let me out, you stabbed me..." He rolled the the puddle of moonlight, flailing and flopping in the tangles of Meera's net..."
Bran was suddenly uncertain. "Are you the three-eyed crow?" He can't be the three-eyed crow...
The fat man's chins jiggled when he nodded. His skin looked pale and saggy. "Only a steward. I took care of Lord Mormont's ravens." For a moment he looked like h was going to cry. "I lost them at the Fist, though. It was my fault. I got us lost too. I couldn't even find the Wall. It's a hundred leagues long and seven hundred feet high and I couldn't find it!"
Oh, SAM.
And speaking of slow and ponderous:
"Find liver and onions, Whitebeard." Belwas said. "Not for now, for after. Killing makes Strong Belwas hungry."
Me and you both, Strong Belwas
And unlike Ser Jorah, Daario, Brown Ben, and her three bloodriders, the eunuch did not lead troops, plan battles, or give her counsel. He does nothing but eat and boast and bellow at Arstan...
"Strong Belwas needs no tinkly bells." The eunuch ate Brown Ben's plum in four big bites and tossed aside the stone. "Strong Belwas needs liver and onions."
I feel you, bro
I am Strong Belwas, Strong Belwas is me
From this day forward, you will choose your own name. You will tell your fellow soldiers to do the same. Throw away your slave name. Choose the name your parents gave you, or any other. A name that gives you pride.
“You are now watching the throne, don’t let me get in my zone.”
[muffled rap music playing in distance]
A dragon is no slave.
“My queen,” the big man said slowly, “all you say is true. But Rhaegar lost on the Trident. He lost the battle, he lost the war, he lost the kingdom, and he lost his life. His blood swirled downriver with the rubies from his breastplate, and Robert the Usurper rode over his corpse to steal the Iron Throne. Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died.”
