Favorite Relationships: The Baratheon Brothers (3/?)
“Why me, and not my brothers? Renly and his peach. In my dreams I see the juice running from his mouth, the blood from his throat. If he had done his duty by his brother, we would have smashed Lord Tywin. A victory even Robert could be proud of. Robert …” His teeth ground side to side. “He is in my dreams as well. Laughing. Drinking. Boasting. Those were the things he was best at. Those, and fighting. I never bested him at anything. The Lord of Light should have made Robert his champion. Why me?”
After Davos told Tormund “I loved Stannis”, he followed it up with 150 variations on this theme, including whether or not they ever consummated that love, how the colour of Stannis’ eyes was bluer than any sea he’d sailed on and describing in loving detail how his knighthood ceremony was basically their wedding ceremony etc
Then Tormund was a bro and asked whether was it love at first sight like it was for him and Brienne, Davos says it was technically love at first bite because he saved Stannis from starving, but yes
I love – so much – that Stannis quote on the post I reblogged earlier, where he says “the High Septon would prattle at me of how all justice and goodness flowed from the Seven, but all I ever saw of either was made by men.” I’m not saying anything new here, but I guess I just want to remind everyone how that is so… powerful… that he affirms that only mankind can be just and good. He only believes in men, not gods. And justice is one thing, but goodness is a virtue Stannis hardly ever talks about. You wonder what acts he may have seen in the past that he judged to be good. And if he believes in it so much, surely someone must have shown him goodness, at least once, that he recognized and didn’t dismiss as something lesser. Anyway, I love & cherish the absolutely ginormous idealist streak running through Stannis which is sometimes so at odds with his square, pragmatic side.
Maester Aemon, calm as always, said, “Your Grace, the Night’s Watch has been choosing its own leader since Brandon the Builder raised the Wall. Through Jeor Mormont we have had nine hundred and ninety-seven Lords Commander in unbroken succession, each chosen by the men he would lead, a tradition many thousands of years old.”
Stannis ground his teeth. “It is not my wish to tamper with your rights and traditions. As to royal guidance, Janos, if you mean that I ought to tell your brothers to choose you, have the courage to say so.”
That took Lord Janos aback. He smiled uncertainly and began to sweat, but Bowen Marsh beside him said, “Who better to command the black cloaks than a man who once commanded the gold, sire?”
“Any of you, I would think. Even the cook.” The look the king gave Slynt was cold.
Things I love about Stannis Baratheon: his dry sense of humour.