You wash up on a deserted island alone. Sitting on the sand is a box. What is in that box?
Money buys a man’s silence for a time. A bolt in the heart buys it forever.
rest now young hero
I will not become a page in someone else’s history book.
A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn’t.
I am not your enemy. your enemy is beside you. your enemy steals and murders your children. your enemy has nothing for you but chains and suffering, and commands.
I do not bring you commands. I bring you a choice
Now that I’ve had a few minutes to digest that scene…
I’m actually really, really angry.
It’s not just because Jaime is my favorite character, but because Jaime is (per the books) one of the few men in this series who respects women.
Jaime, who wanted to protect Rhaella from Aerys.
Jaime, who actually grasps that rape is a terrible, terrible thing (“If I were a woman, I’d make them kill me,” he said to Brienne, a line that was included in the show).
Jaime, who actually left when Cersei asked him to leave (even though he “travelled a thousand leagues to get to [her] and lost the best part of [himself] along the way”).
Jaime, who is very intentionally not a rapist because he is supposed to be the archetypical knight in shining armor who believes in chivalry and old-fashioned romance and protecting highborn ladies.