My Girlfriend is mad at me and its all Robert Jordans fault
Apparently in the middle of the night I woke up, looked at her and said “Baby why did you agree to be Tuon’s Doomseer?” and fell asleep again. I have no memory of this incident. Then I had to explain who Tuon is. This is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me because of Wheel of Time.
Näin pääsiäisen lähestyessä tulin muistelleeksi kun kerran astuin pääsiäisen alla Islantilaiseen kauppaan. Heittäkääpäs villi arvaus, mikä mahtaa olla pääsiäinen Islanniksi?
No páskahan se on, mikäs muukaan! Voi juukelis puukelis, paska meinasi olla muuten myös housuissa kun ilman varoitusta tuon jouduin kokemaan. Paskaa, niin pitkälle kuin silmä näki. Jokainen tuote, jokainen kyltti. Olo oli siis ihan tosissaan kun olisi astunut suoraan johonkin suomitumpun paskapostaukseen sisälle, sen luokan meemihelvetti se oli. Nevör förget.
Behind her veil, she was merely the High Lady Tuon, of no higher rank than many others of the Blood, but in her heart, always, she was Tuon Athaem Kore Paendrag, Daughter of the Nine Moons, and she had come to reclaim what had been stolen from her ancestor.
In Towers of Midnight and A Memory of Light Rand did the same thing 3 times with 3 different people.
Cadsuane: Well, boy. You…
Rand: Are you ever going to give up that affectation, Cadsuane Sedai? Calling me a boy? I no longer mind, though it does feel old. I was four hundred years old on the day I died during the Age of Legends. I suspect that would make you my junior by several decades at the least. I show you respect, perhaps it would be appropriate for you to return it. If you wish you may call me Rand Sedai. I am, so far as I know, the only male Aes Sedai still alive who was properly raised but who never turned to the shadow.
Cadsuane: *pales visibly*
Rand: How do you claim rights to these lands?
being the only legitimate heir of Artur Hawkwing. This is his empire.
He is the only one to have unified it, he is the only leader to have
ruled it in glory and greatness.
Rand: You accept me as the Dragon Reborn?
Tuon: You must be…
you accept me for who I am, I am Lews Therin Telamon, the Dragon. I
ruled these lands, unified, during the Age of Legends. I was leader of
all the armies of the Light, I wore the Ring of Tamyrlin. I stood first
among the Servants, highest of the Aes Sedai, and I could summon the
Nine Rods of Dominion. I held the loyalty and fealty of all seventeen
Generals of Dawn’s Gate. Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag, my authority
supersedes your own!
Tuon: *backs away* *eyes widen* *face becomes full of horror*
Moiraine: You have grown so much, but you are still just a youth, are you not?
Rand: *gets angry but instead of acting out decides to use his cool new thing on Moiraine*
I am still a youth, in that all of us are, compared to the timeless age
of the Wheel itself. That said, I am one of the oldest people in
Moiraine: *smiles* Very nice. Does that work on the others?
Conclusion: Moiraine is the badassest badass in the history of badassary.
Egwene glanced at the collected Seanchan nobility. Fortuona seemed to be addressing one man in particular, a man in rich black and golden clothing, trimmed with white lace. He had an eyepatch over one eye, black to match, and the fingernails on both hands were lacquered to a dark—
“Mat?” Egwene sputtered.
He gave a kind of half-wave, looking embarrassed.
Oh, Light, she thought. What has he thrown himself into? She galloped through plans in her mind. Mat was imitating a Seanchan nobleman. They must not know who he really was. Could she trade something to save him?
“Approach,” Fortuona said.
“This man is not— ” Egwene began, but Fortuona spoke over her.
“Knotai,” she said, “did you know that this woman was an escaped damane? You knew her as a child, I believe.”
“You know who he is?” Egwene asked.
Of course I do,” Fortuona said. “He is named Knotai, but once was called Matrim Cauthon. Do not think he will serve you, marath’damane, though you did grow up together. He is the Prince of the Ravens now, a position he earned by his marriage to me. He serves the Seanchan, the Crystal Throne, and the Empress.”
“May she live forever,” Mat noted. “Hello, Egwene. Glad to hear you escaped those Sharans. How’s the White Tower? Still … white, I guess?”
Egwene looked from Mat to the Seanchan Empress, then back at him again. Finally, unable to do anything else, she burst out laughing. “You married Matrim Cauthon?”
Brandon Sanderson, A Memory of Light: Chapter 26 - Considerations
“Yes, you have to Knotai,” Fortuona says, glaring at her husband. “I don’t care that you dislike it, you have to.”
“Fine.” He scowls and slams on his black hat, ignoring as he usually does the absurdity of it with the high fashion of Seandar, though lately others have been mimicking him. The First Prince of Ravens after all was a man to follow.
“Your father is ridiculous,” she informs her still sleeping daughter, tiny Bridget resting in her crib. “Taking petitions isn’t that bad.”
(She regrets her words less than an hour and a fire in the throne room later)
From The Gathering Storm, chapter 35 “A Halo of Blackness”.
This is so in character for Nynaeve. If you’re one of her peoples, she won’t be shy about criticising you to your face, but if you need defending (or she thinks you need defending) she’s got your back.
And it’s funny, because Mat would probably do exactly the same thing.