

“So many vows…they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or the other.”
Your mother is dead. Before long I’ll be dead, and you and your brother and your sister and all of her children, all of us dead, all of us rotting underground. It’s the family name that lives on. It’s all that lives on. Not your personal glory, not your honor… but family. You understand?

And who are you, the proud lord said,that I must bow so low?Only a cat of a different coat,that’s all the truth I know.In a coat of gold or a coat of red,a lion still has claws,And mine are long and sharp, my lord,as long and sharp as yours.And so he spoke, and so he spoke,that lord of Castamere,But now the rains weep o’er his hall,with no one there to hear.Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,and not a soul to hear.
I am Jaime Lannister of Casterly Rock, son of Tywin.