i have been waiting for this moment for a long time.
“Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.”
I colored this Brienne and Jaime sketch commission that I did during MoCCA! I waited to post it until the most recent episode aired because SPOILERS
Tarth is called the Sapphire Isle, a maiden told me once.
“Fighting is better than this waiting. You don’t feel so helpless when you fight. You have a sword and a horse, sometimes an axe. When you’re armored it’s hard for anyone to hurt you.”
“A good king does care.”
“Lord Renly… His Grace, he… he would have been the best king, my lady, he was so good, he…”
“He is gone, Brienne,” she said, as gently as she could. “Stannis and Joffrey remain… and so does my son.”
“He wouldn’t… you’d never make a peace with Stannis, would you? Bend the knee? You wouldn’t…”
“I will tell you true, Brienne. I do not know. My son may be a king, but I am no queen … only a mother who would keep her children safe, however she could.”
“I am not made to be a mother. I need to fight.” — Brienne of Tarth; A Clash of Kings
![”[…] 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.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m83op5GCSw1qbimloo1_500.png)
”[…] 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.”
|GoT MEME| Eight Friendships [1/8] - Catelyn Stark and Brienne of Tarth
“As she clasped the other woman’s hands between her own, Catelyn could not help but smile. How many times did I watch Ned accept a man’s oath of service. She wondered what he would think if he could see her now.” — Catelyn Stark; A Clash of Kings
