A fountain of burning jade rose from the river, the blast so bright he had to shield his eyes. Plumes of fire thirty and forty feet high danced upon the waters, crackling and hissing. For a few moments they washed out the screams. There were hundreds in the water, drowning or burning or doing a little of both. Do you hear them shrieking, Stannis? Do you see them burning?  This is your work as much as mine.

arya-baratheon:

#don’t you fucking tell me this child is incapable of emotions #don’t you fucking down his character into a one-dimensional piece of shit #don’t you fucking tell me he doesn’t feel#he #is #t e r r i f i e d #and you may say he deserves it #and you may think it fitting #but not everyone can be robb stark #not everyone can fucking be ‘good’ #joffrey baratheon is not a monster #he is power #twisted #corrupted #premature #power #and he’s afraid #he was molded in an ill-fitting cast of greed #his fate #wasn’t one of his choosing #it was one read to him like fairytales #it’s only fitting that he should be who he is now

goldenfools:

like stags