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"Grenn's father left him too... Outside a farmhouse when he was three. Pyp was caught stealing a wheel of cheese. His little sister hadn't eaten in three days. He was given a choice: his right hand or the Wall. I've been asking the Lord Commander about them. Fascinating stories."
"They hate me because I'm better than they are."
"You're better than they are because unlike them you have been trained by a master-at-arms" Brandon the elder pointed out with a disappointed shake of his head. "You've been thrown a terrible lot, suck it up and make it your own. You're a Stark, we don't whine about the injustices."
Jon shook his head, no matter how many times he reminds them that the Jon on the screen and he are different these people won't stop the association between them so he decided to just shut up.
"It's a lucky thing none of them were trained by a master-at-arms like your Ser Rodrik. I don't imagine any of them have ever held a real sword before they came here."
[Scene changes to the King's chambers, he's drinking and eating at a table.]
"It's been a long time. But I still remember every face. You remember your first?"
"Please tell me he's not talking about what I think he's talking about" Lyanna muttered in disgust.
"He's sitting with Ser Barristan, so no, he's not. Probably" Brandon snorted at the glare his sister sent him.
"Of course, your Grace."
"Who was it?"
"A Tyroshi. Never learned the name."
"Oh gods..."
"How'd you do it?"
"Lance through the heart."
"See? I told you" Brandon smirked at a still-glaring Lyanna.
"Quick one. Lucky for you. Mine was some Tarly boy at the Battle of Summerhall. My horse took an arrow so I was on foot, slogging through the mud. He came running at me, this dumb high-born lad, thinking he could end the rebellion with the single swing of his sword. I knocked him down with the hammer. Gods, I was strong then. Caved in his breastplate. Probably shattered every rib he had. Stood over him, hammer in the air. Right before I brought it down he shouted, "Wait! Wait!"... They never tell you how they all shit themselves. They don't put that part in the songs."
The ones who did not take a life yet made faces at the wall.
"Stupid boy. Now the Tarlys bend the knee like everyone else. He could have lingered on the edge of the battle with the smart boys and today his wife would be making him miserable, his sons would be ingrates, and he'd be waking three times in the night to piss into a bowl. Wine! Lancel. Gods, what a stupid name. Lancel Lannister. Who named you? Some halfwit with a stutter?"
"You could be a little kinder to him" Lyanna admonished.
"Too much kindness makes a man weak and soft. If you don't believe me look at my son. All he ever had was kindness" Robert argued with little heat.
Lyanna shook her head and turned away.
"It's empty, your Grace."
"What do you mean it's empty?"
"I think you know exactly what that means, Robert Lyanna growled.
"Lyanna" Ned warned.
Lyanna snapped her gaze elsewhere.
"There's no more wine."
"Is that what empty means?! So get more. Tell your cousin to get in here. Kingslayer! Get in here. Surrounded by Lannisters. Every time I close my eyes I see their blond hair and their smug, satisfied faces."
"You've gotten even worse as time passed" Lyanna grumbled.
"And whose fault is that?" Stannis spoke, stunning everyone. The serious man hardly spoke during the entire viewing. "He wanted you but you left him a broken man."
"I did not want to marry a drunken whoremongering-"
"And a husband and father of two was such a better idea? A man you knew for a few months at best!"
"Rhaegar is a better man than Robert could ever be" Lyanna stood up in outrage.
"If he was then he would have stuck behind and prevented a fucking war!" Stannis stood as well, his chair falling with a loud bang. "Instead you two ran off gods knew where and got married, while the realm burned!"
"We left a letter..."
"Fat load of shit that did! The letter never reached your father, or your brothers or my brother. And you know what happened then? Brandon charged to the capital with his friends because he was told you were abducted! He demanded that Rhaegar show himself or die. Of course, Rhaegar was not there, but your brother and his friends were arrested and sentenced to die for plotting the crown prince's murder. Your father came next and he demanded a trial by combat for your brother's life. Do you know who was Aerys' champion? You should because we just heard the story. Both your father and brother died and then Aerys demanded Robert and Lord Stark's heads! Because you and your precious perfect Prince decided to run away the entire realm had to be plunged into war! While you were in the comforts of wherever you went, the men and women suffered because of your and your Prince's actions! Do you know what it's like to be so hungry that you have to resort to eating rats? Do you have any idea what it feels like to be under siege and watch your enemies dine on the finest of food? Because Renly and I know it too well, the both of us have been through it for the major part of the war!"
"Stannis that is enough Robert muttered, finally out of the shock of hearing his brother rant as he did. Stannis was not the kind of man who ranted, he was the silent type, made his displeasure known in his expressions.
Stannis scoffed at his brother.
"I got tired of her making you a villain when everything you have become is her fault and her fault only. I got tired of her thinking her sins were erased because she wrote a letter that did not reach anyone. And I got tired of you taking her abuse."
Stannis picked his chair up and sat back down, but he did not stop glaring at the woman.
The room fell into an awkward silence.
"Lyanna we can-
"No" the woman cut her brother off hoarsely and cleared her throat with a cough. "Let's continue watching."
[Lancel rushes out and Jaime enters.]
"It must wound your pride, huh? Standing out there like a glorified sentry. Jaime Lannister, son of the mighty Tywin... Forced to mind the door while your King eats and drinks and shits and fucks. So come on. We're telling war stories. Who was your first kill, not counting old men?"
"One of the outlaws in the Brotherhood."
"I was there that day. You were only a squire, 16 years old."
"First kill at 16" Joanna muttered. She was impressed and was glad that Jaime was not receiving glares at that moment.
"Jaime is a generational talent with the sword" Tyrion explained with evident pride at his brother.
Jaime puffed up.
"He is an idiot though."
Jaime sighed.
"You killed Simon Toyne with a counter riposte. Best move I ever saw."
"A good fighter, Toyne, but he lacked stamina."
"Your outlaw... Any last words?"
"I cut his head off, so no."
"What about Aerys Targaryen? What did the Mad King say when you stabbed him in the back? I never asked. Did he call you a traitor? Did he plead for a reprieve?"
"He said the same thing he'd been saying for hours... "Burn them all." If that's all, your Grace..."
Much like the Robert on the wall, they all looked shocked, uncomfortable and horrified at the words. But nobody said anything. Mostly because Stannis' rant still played in their minds.
Q. Who will be the first man in 8000 years to kill a wight?
A) Jon Snow
B) Samwell Tarly
C) Benjen Stark
D) Jeor Mormont