Dany had named him the first of her Queensguard… and when Mormont’s gruff counsel and the omens agreed, her course was clear. She called her people together and mounted her silver mare. Her hair had burned away in Drogo’s pyre, so her handmaids garbed her in the skin of the hrakkar Drogo had slain, the white lion of the Dothraki sea. Its fearsome head made a hood to cover her naked scalp, its pelt a cloak that flowed across her shoulders and down her back. The cream-colored dragon sunk sharp black claws into the lion’s mane and coiled its tail around her arm, while Ser Jorah took his accustomed place by her side.
“We follow the comet,” Dany told her khalasar. Once it was said, no word was raised against it. They had been Drogo’s people, but they were hers now. The Unburnt, they called her, and Mother of Dragons. Her word was their law.
—  George R. R. Martin - A Clash of Kings

chivizhdz said:

Hey! I just read a meta where you mention how Big Walder killed Little Walder (sorry, i lost the link) are you sure about that? how can you know if it was Big Walder?

Well, I lay out all the evidence in that post, so y’know, just re-read it and see.

But since you want to know why I’m so sure, let me repeat the most damning, undeniable evidence:

Big Walder, the little one, fox-faced and skinny as a stick. His chest and arms and cloak were spattered with blood.
[…]
The body in Ser Hosteen’s arms sparkled in the torchlight, armored in pink frost. The cold outside had frozen his blood.
“My brother Merrett’s son.” Hosteen Frey lowered the body to the floor before the dais. “Butchered like a hog and shoved beneath a snowbank. A boy.”
[…]
“Where was the body found?”
“Under that ruined keep, my lord,” replied Big Walder. “The one with the old gargoyles.” The boy’s gloves were caked with his cousin’s blood.

—A Dance With Dragons, Theon I

Big Walder claims to have found his cousin’s body. His cousin’s frozen body. With frozen blood, that looks like pink frost. And yet Big Walder is covered with spattered blood — that is, he was sprayed with blood — and his gloves are caked in blood. How is that possible if he only found the body, dead and frozen already?

Answer: it isn’t.

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Day Four: One Scene - The Golden Bitchslap of Justice

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“Why, I went to Tarth and saw her. I had six years on her, yet the wench could look me in the eye. She was a sow in silk, though most
sows have bigger teats. When she tried to talk she almost choked on her own tongue. I gave her a rose and told her it was all that she would
ever have from me.” Connington glanced into the pit. “The bear was less hairy than that freak, I’ll—”
Jaime’s golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed,
and the oil spread out, burning. “You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”
Connington edged away from the spreading flames on his hands and knees. “Brienne. If it please my lord.” He spat a glob of blood at
Jaime’s foot. “Brienne the Beauty.”

Jaime III - A Feast for Crows

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