Nine noble families fight for control over the lands of Westeros, while an ancient enemy returns after being dormant for millennia.
Sometimes, when I try to understand a person's motives, I play a little game. I assume the worst. What's the worst reason they could possibly have for saying what they say and doing what they do? Then I ask myself, "How well does that reason explain what they say and what they do?"
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
— I always wanted to do the right thing. Be the right kind of person. But never knew what that meant. It's always seemed like there was... Like there was an impossible choice I had to make. Stark or Greyjoy.
— Our father was more of a father to you than yours ever was. And you betrayed him. Betrayed his memory.
— I did.
— But you never lost him. He's a part of you. Just like he's a part of me.
— But the things I've done...
— It's not my place to forgive you for all of it. But what I can forgive, I do. You don't need to choose. You're a Greyjoy and you're a Stark.
— I can't have children.
— Who told you that?
— The witch who murdered my husband.
— Has it occurred to you she might not have been a reliable source of information?
— I became the Three-Eyed Raven.
— Oh! I don't know what that means.
Sometimes when I’m trying to understand a person’s motives, I play a little game. I assume the worst.
