lady-arryn:

make me choose: theperksofbeinggiullia asked: renly baratheon or stannis baratheon

My enemies have made my kingdom bleed. I will not forget that. I will not forgive that.

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

Exhibit A:
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."
Exhibit B:
“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.”
Exhibit C:
"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."
Exhibit D:
"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."
Exhibit E:
"His Grace is growing fond of you."
"I can tell. He only threatened to behead me twice."

favourite asoiaf characters; Stannis Baratheon

I am king. Wants do not enter into it. I have a duty to my daughter. To the realm. Even to Robert. He loved me but little, I know, yet he was my brother. The Lannister woman gave him horns and made a motley fool of him. She may have murdered him as well, as she murdered Jon Arryn and Ned Stark. For such crimes there must be justice. Starting with Cersei and her abominations. But only starting. I mean to scour that court clean. As Robert should have done after the Trident.” 

My brother, Robert Baratheon had raised the banners of Storm’s End, our ancestral castle, against the Mad King, Aerys. Jon Arryn of the Vale and Eddard Stark of the north stood with him, and Hoster Tully of the Riverlands would join. But their lands were far from ours, and separated by the combined strength of the west, the Reach, and King’s Landing itself. Even Robert’s own lords were against him. It was the hardest choice I’ve ever made. My brother or my king. Blood or honor. Aerys ruled by right of all the lords in Westeros. Everyone knew the price of defiance, but there are deeper, older laws. The younger brothers bows before the elder. I followed Robert. Early in the war, Mace Tyrell’s indecisive victory at Ashford cut Robert off from Storm’s End. Instead of pursuing Robert and risking his record, Mace Tyrell turned east and laid siege to our home. His vast army and navy encircled us and prevented any resupply by land or sea. If a wagon tried to reach us, it was burnt. If a ship tried to land, it was sunk. We were locked in Storm’s End to starve, but Robert commanded me to hold the castle no matter the cost. He could ill afford to lose his ancient seat which had never fallen. While Robert smashed Rhagar on the Trident, my men ate the dogs, because the horses had already been devoured. While the Lannisters sacked King’s Landing, we ate the rats. If the smuggler Davos had not slipped through the Tyrell blockade with his onions, we’d have eaten our own dead. But I held the castle until Lord Eddard remembered us and marched to lift the siege. The Tyrells didn’t even put up a fight. And Robert threw a feast to celebrate Lord Eddard’s victory. I was sent to the royal island stronghold of Dragonstone to deal with Viserys and Daenerys, the last surviving Targaryen children. Before I arrived, however, they escaped across the narrow sea. Robert was furious. He stripped me of Storm’s End and gave it to that prancing fool, Renly, my younger brother. I could keep Dragonstone. Now, Robert is dead and a bastard pretender soils my throne while the realm fills with schemers and traitors. But the rightful king is coming for them all. And I will not stop until I have scoured this land clean of abomination. The Baratheons say, “Ours is the fury.” I will show them fury burns.

Stannis gems from the Wall

swordinthedarkness:

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.

a-la-peanutbutter-sandwiches:

rainwoods:

got meme → one king 

 “Lord Seaworth is a man of humble birth, but he reminded me of my duty, when all I could think of was my rights. I was trying to win the throne to save the kingdom, when I should have been trying to save the kingdom to win the throne.” 

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)

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