Jaime Lannister, 1x01 to 3x10.
30-day asoiaf challenge ♔ day two
a scene you want to see on the show - Jaime/Edmure dialogue
“Where is he?”
“He never told me where he meant to go.”
“And you never asked. How did he get out?”
“Fish swim. Even black ones.”
That boy had wanted to be Ser Arthur Dayne, but someplace along the way he had become the Smiling Knight instead.
“So many vows … they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or another.”
- Jaime Lannister; A Clash of Kings
Jaime: It must be strange for you, coming into this room. I was standing right here when it happened. He was very brave, your brother. Your father, too. They didn’t deserve to die like that. Nobody deserves to die like that.
Ned: And you just stood here and watched.
Jaime: Five hundred men stood here and watched. All the great knights of the seven kingdoms. Do you think anyone said a word, lifted a finger? No, Lord Stark, 500 men and this room was silent as a crypt. Except for the screams, of course, and the Mad King laughing. And, later, when I watched the Mad King die, I remembered him laughing as your father burned. It felt like justice.
- Game of Thrones
(the image of Brandon is not mine, i found it on google while researching Brandon Stark)
“‘The Song of the Seven,’ it’s called.”
The Father’s face is stern and strong, he sits and judges right from wrong.
He weighs our lives, the short and long, and loves the little children.
The Mother gives the gift of life, and watches over every wife.
Her gentle smile ends all strife, and she loves her little children.
The Warrior stands before the foe, protecting us where e’er we go.
With sword and shield and spear and bow, he guards the little children.
The Crone is very wise and old, and sees our fates as they unfold.
She lifts her lamp of shining gold, to lead the little children.
The Smith, he labors day and night, to put the world of men to right.
With hammer, plow, and fire bright, he builds for little children.
The Maiden dances through the sky, she lives in every lover’s sigh,
Her smiles teach the birds to fly, and give dreams to little children.
The Seven Gods who made us all, are listening if we should call.
So close your eyes, you shall not fall, they see you, little children,
just close your eyes, you shall not fall, they see you, little children.”
“Did you only sing of six gods? Craster always told us you southrons had seven.”
“Seven,” he agreed, “but no one sings of the Stranger.” The Stranger’s face was the face of death. Even talking of him made Sam uncomfortable.