He pushed himself to his feet. โDonโt lie, Sansa. I am malformed, scarred, and small, butโฆโ she could see him groping โโฆabed, when the candles are blown out, I am made no worse than other men. In the dark, I am the Knight of Flowers.โ He took a draught of wine. โI am generous. Loyal to those who are loyal to me. Iโve proven Iโm no craven. And I am cleverer than most, surely wits count for something. I can even be kind. Kindness is not a habit with us Lannisters, I fear, but I know I have some somewhere. I could beโฆ I could be good to you.
George R. R. MartinOh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods
George R. R. MartinAn awful lot of fantasy, and even some great fantasy, falls into the mistake of assuming that a good man will be a good king, that all that is necessary is to be a decent human being and when you're king everything will go swimmingly.
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