[If only there were some great book somewhere--like the White Book, perhaps, a thousand pages thick, but in the pages were recorded not deeds of the past, but deeds of the future. Things Jaime will do. He has pieced together small parts, always careful not to appear overeager. An eager man is a man easily bought. And perhaps he does not want to know, truly; perhaps he would do better to remain ignorant of all that stands before him.
Joffrey dies. Tommen is crowned. Tyrion stands trial for murder. Jaime returns to King's Landing and dispatches Brienne to protect Sansa Stark. Why? For Tyrion? For the promise he mouthed to Lady Catelyn Stark? That was half a lifetime ago. When he thinks of Brienne, he thinks of the bear pit, that torn pink gown, and her dumb stare, and her smeared with mud.]
You clearly have never spent much time with the Maid of Tarth or else you would not cast her as 'better company'. Perhaps I was punishing your sweet sister with that protection.
Are you telling me this to inspire me? As you have said, you are no king of mine. No king at all, truly. I am therefore less than inspired.
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Date: 2017-06-13 02:45 pm (UTC)Joffrey dies. Tommen is crowned. Tyrion stands trial for murder. Jaime returns to King's Landing and dispatches Brienne to protect Sansa Stark. Why? For Tyrion? For the promise he mouthed to Lady Catelyn Stark? That was half a lifetime ago. When he thinks of Brienne, he thinks of the bear pit, that torn pink gown, and her dumb stare, and her smeared with mud.]
You clearly have never spent much time with the Maid of Tarth or else you would not cast her as 'better company'. Perhaps I was punishing your sweet sister with that protection.
Are you telling me this to inspire me? As you have said, you are no king of mine. No king at all, truly. I am therefore less than inspired.