When Jon had been very young, too young to understand what it
meant to be a bastard, he used to dream that one day Winterfell might be
his. Later, when he was older, he had been ashamed of those dreams.
Winterfell would go to Robb and then his sons, or to Bran or Rickon
should Robb die childless. And after them came Sansa and Arya. Even to
dream otherwise seemed disloyal, as if he were betraying them in his
heart, wishing for their deaths. I never wanted this, he thought as he
stood before the blue-eyed king and the red woman. I loved Robb, loved
all of them… I never wanted any harm to come to any of them, but it did.
And now there’s only me. All he had to do was say the word, and he would be Jon Stark, and never more a Snow. All he had to do was pledge this king his fealty, and Winterfell was his. All he had to do…
“A start?”said Ellaria sand, incredulous. “Gods forbid. I would it were a finish. Tywin Lannister is dead. So are Robert Baratheon and Amory Lorch, and now Gregor Clegane, all those who had a hand in murdering Elia and her children. Even Joffrey, who was not yet born when Elia died. I saw the boy perish with mine own eyes, clawing at his throat as he tried to draw a breath. Who else is there to kill? Do Myrcella and Tommen need to die so the shades of Rhaenys and Aegon can be at rest? Where does it end?” “It ends in blood, as it began,” said Lady Nym. “It ends when Casterly Rock is cracked open, so the sun can shine on the maggots and the worms within. It ends with the utter ruin of Tywin Lannister and all his works.” “The man died at the hand of his own son,” Ellaria snapped back. “What more could you wish?” “I could wish that he died at my hand. … If he had, his dying would not have been so easy.” Ellaria’s cheeks were wet with tears, her dark eyes shining. Even weeping, she has a strength in her, the captain thought. “Oberyn wanted vengeance for Elia. Now the three of you want vengeance for him. I have four daughters, mind you. Your sisters. My Elia is fourteen, almost a woman. Obella is twelve, on the brink of maidenhood. They worship you, as Dorea and Loreza worship them. If you should die, must El and Obella seek vengeance for you, then Dorea and Loree for them? Is that how it goes, round and round forever? I ask again, where does it end? … I saw your father die. Here is his killer. Can I take a skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night? Will it make me laugh, write me songs, care for me when I am old and sick?” (A Dance with Dragons)
♕ Game of Thrones 5.02 - The House of Black and White //People follow leaders and they will never follow us. They find us repulsive. And we find them repulsive, which is why we surround ourselves with large comfortable boxes to keep them away. And yet no matter what we do people like you and me are never really satisfied inside the box. Not for long.