“Stannis becomes one of the few characters fully to understand that [the real battle is in the North], which is why in spite of everything he is a righteous man, and not just a version of Henry VII, Tiberius or Louis XI.”
— George RR Martin on Stannis Baratheon. (x
FUCK YEAH STANNIS BARATHEON
While editing the draft of his declaration, he tells the maester to add a "ser" for Jaime and take out "beloved" in reference to Robert.
"A harmless courtesy, Your Grace," Pylos said.
"A lie. Take it out."
“And if he yields?” Lord Tarly asked.
“Yields?” Lord Rowan laughed. “When Mace Tyrell laid siege to Storm’s End, Stannis ate rats rather than open his gates.”
"Were it anyone else outside the gates, I might hope to beguile him. But this is Stannis Baratheon. I'd have a better chance of seducing his horse."
"I am no fit man to be a King's Hand."
"There is no man fitter." Stannis sheathed Lightbringer, gave Davos his hand, and pulled him to his feet.
"I am lowborn," Davos reminded him. "An upjumped smuggler. Your lords will never obey me."
"Then we will make new lords."
"His Grace is growing fond of you."
"I can tell. He only threatened to behead me twice."
Stannis gems from the Wall
Janos Slynt: May I congratulate you on your victory over the savages. The singers will make much of it, I know -
Stannis Baratheon: The singers may do as they like. Spare me your fawning, Janos, it will not serve you.
Bowen Marsh: Sire, no one has achieved two-thirds of the vote yet. It has only been ten days.
Stannis Baratheon: Nine days too long.
Bowen Marsh: Who better to command the black cloaks than a man who once commanded the gold, sire.
Stannis Baratheon: Any of you, I would think. Even the cook.
Maester Aemon: Your Grace,before we go, I wonder if you would do us the great honor of showing us this wondrous blade we have all heard so very much of.
Stannis Baratheon: You want to see lightbringer? A blind man?
Stannis Baratheon: You are not the sort of son I would expect such a man to have
Samwell Tarly: I am not the sort of son he wanted, sire.
Stannis Baratheon: If you had not taken the black, you would make a useful hostage.
“Stannis ground his teeth. ‘It is not my wish to tamper with your rights and traditions. As to royal guidance, Janos, if you mean that I ought to tell your brothers to choose you, have the courage to say so.”
That took Lord Janos aback. He smiled uncertainly and began to sweat, but Bowen Marsh beside him said, “Who better to command the black cloaks than a man who once commanded the gold, sire?”
“Any of you, I would think. Even the cook.”
— (Samwell V; Chapter 79, A Storm of Swords)