#empathy vs apathy

Joffrey- Please, sit sit. I do apologize, my Lady, Small Council meetings… At what point does it become treason to waste the King’s time? That’s a lovely gown, my Lady.
Cersei- Yes, it suits you perfectly. I imagine you might be rather cold.
Margaery- The climate is a bit more forgiving back in Highgarden, Your Grace.
Joffrey- Shall I have them bring you a shawl, my Lady?
Margaery- I am touched by your concern, Your Grace. Luckily for us Tyrells our blood runs quite warm. Doesn’t it Loras?
Loras-Yes.
Margaery- Loras, isn’t the Queen’s gown magnificent? The fabric, the embroidery, the metal work.. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Cersei- You might find a bit of armor quite useful once you’ve become Queen. Perhaps before. Joffrey tells me you stopped your carriage at Flea Bottom on your way back from the Sept this morning.
Margaery- Yes, I paid a visit to an orphanage the High Septon told me about.
Loras- Margaery does a great deal of work with the poor back in Highgarden.
Margaery- The lowest among us are no different from the highest, if you give them a chance and approach them with an open heart.
Cersei- An open heart is what you’ll get in Flea Bottom if you’re not careful, my dear. Not long ago, we were attacked by a mob there. We had a full compliment of guards. It didn’t stop them. The King barely escaped with his life.
Joffrey- My mother’s always had a penchant for drama. Facts become less and less important to her as she grows older. Our lives were never truly in danger.
Cersei- You’re right, of course. You are your father’s son. We can’t all have a King’s bravery.
Margaery-Hunger turns men into beasts. I’m glad House Tyrell has been able to help in this regard. They tell me a hundred wagons arrive daily now from the Reach. Wheat, barley, apples.. We’ve had a blessed harvest, and of course it’s our duty to assist the capital in time of need.
Joffrey- Well, as Ser Loras said, Lady Margaery has done this sort of charitable work before. I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.
Cersei- I’m sure she does.

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Ser Jorah- The Walk of Punishment is a warning, Your Grace.
Daenerys- To whom?
Ser Jorah- To any slave who contemplates doing whatever these slaves did.
Daenerys- Give me your water.
Ser Jorah- Khaleesi, this man has been sentenced to death.
Daenerys- Here, drink.
Dying Man- (Shakes head no) 
Ser Barristan- Leave this place, Your Grace. Leave tonight, I beg you.
Ser Jorah- What is she to do for soldiers?
Ser Barristan- We can find sellswords in Pentos and Myr.
Ser Jorah- Is it we already, Ser Barristan? (To Dany) If you want to sit on the throne your ancestors built you must win it, and that will mean blood on your hands before the thing is done.
Daenerys-The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents.
Ser Jorah- How many wars have you fought in, Ser Barristan?
Ser Barristan-Three.
Ser Jorah-Have you ever seen awar where innocents didn’t die by the thousands? I was in Kings Landing after the sack, Khaleesi. Do you know what I saw? Butchered babies, children, old men, more women raped than you can count. There’s a beast in every man and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand, but the Unsullied are not men. They do not rape. They do not put cities to the sword unless they’re ordered to do so. If you buy them, the only men they will kill are the ones you want dead.
Daenerys- Do you disagree, Ser Barristan?
Ser Barristan- When your brother, Rhaegar, led his army at the Battle of the Trident, men died for him because they believed in him, because they loved him. Not because they’d been bought at a slaver’s auction. I fought beside the Last Dragon on that day, Your Grace. I bled beside him.
Ser Jorah- Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, and Rhaegar died.
Daenerys- Did you know him well, Ser Barristan?
Ser Barristan- I did, Your Grace. He was the finest man I ever met.
Daenerys- I wish I’d known him, but he was not the Last Dragon.

Torture victims by: @dravenxivuk

    “And you want your own reward, is that it? Very well. What is it you would have of me? Lands, a castle, some office?”

    “A little bloody gratitude would make a nice start.”

    Lord Tywin stared at him unblinking. “Mummers and monkeys require applause. So did Aerys, for that matter. You did as you were commanded, and I am sure it was to the best of your ability. No one denies the part you played.”

    “The partI played?” What nostrils Tyrion had left must surely have flared. “I saved your bloody city, it seems to me.”

    “Most people seem to feel that it was my attack on Lord Stannis’s flank that turned the tide of battle. Lords Tyrell, Rowan, Redwyne, and Tarly fought nobly as well, and I’m told it was your sister Cersei who set the pyromancers to making the wildfire that destroyed the Baratheon fleet.”

    “While all I did was get my nosehairs trimmed, is that it?” Tyrion could not keep the bitterness out of his voice.

    “Your chain was a clever stroke, and crucial to our victory. Is that what you wanted to hear? I am told we have you to thank for our Dornish alliance as well… if there is nothing else…”

    “You have important letters, yes.” Tyrion rose on unsteady legs, closed his eyes for an instant as a wave of dizziness washed over him, and took a shaky step toward the door. Later, he would reflect that he should have taken a second, and then a third. Instead he turned. “What do I want, you ask? I’ll tell you what I want. I want what is mine by rights. I want Casterly Rock.”

    His father’s mouth grew hard. “Your brother’s birthright?”

    “The knights of the Kingsguard are forbidden to marry, to father children, and to hold land, you know that as well as I. The day Jaime put on that white cloak, he gave up his claim to Casterly Rock, but never once have you acknowledged it. It’s past time. I want you to stand up before the realm and proclaim that I am your son and your lawful heir.”

    Lord Tywin’s eyes were a pale green flecked with gold, as luminous as they were merciless. “Casterly Rock,” he declared in a flat cold dead tone. And then, “Never.”

    “Why?” he made himself ask, though he knew he would rue the question.

    “You ask that? You, who killed your mother to come into the world? You are an ill-made, devious, disobedient, spiteful little creature full of envy, lust, and low cunning. Men’s laws give you the right to bear my name and display my colors, since I cannot prove that you are not mine. To teach me humility, the gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion that was my father’s sigil and his father’s before him. But neither gods nor men shall ever compel me to let you turn Casterly Rock into your whorehouse.”

                                              -George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords­­

Clothing CC: By @ts4got (Personal recolor pictured).

    “Tell the Westerosi whore to lower her eyes,” the slaver Kraznys mo Nakloz complained to the slave girl who spoke for him. “I deal in meat, not metal. The bronze is not for sale. Tell her to look at the soldiers. Even the dim purple eyes of a sunset savage can see how magnificent my creatures are, surely.”

    “The good Master Kraznys asks, are they not magnificent?” The girl spoke the Common Tongue well, for one who had never been to Westeros.

    “They might be adequate to my needs,” Dany answered. “Tell me of their training.”

    “The Westerosi woman is pleased with them, but speaks no praise, to keep the price down,” the translator told her master. “She wishes to know how they were trained.”

    “Are all Westerosi pigs so ignorant?” he complained. “All the world knows that the Unsullied are masters of spear and shield and shortsword.” He gave Dany a broad smile. “Tell her what she would know, slave, and be quick about it. The day is hot.”

    “They are chosen young, for size and speed and strength,” the slave told her. “They begin their training at five. Every day they train from dawn to dusk, until they have mastered the shortsword, the shield, and the three spears. The training is most rigorous, Your Grace. Only one boy in three survives it. This is well known. Among the Unsullied it is said that on the day they win their spiked cap, the worst is done with, for no duty that will ever fall to them could be as hard as their training.”  

    Kraznys mo Nakloz supposedly spoke no word of the Common Tongue, but he bobbed his head as he listened, and from time to time gave the slave girl a poke with the end of his lash. “Tell her that these have been standing here for a day and a night, with no food nor water. Tell her that they will stand until they drop if I should command it, and when ninety-nine have collapsed to die upon the bricks, the last will stand there still, and never move until his own death claims him. Such is their courage. Tell her that.”

                                                   -George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

Poses by: @ts4got

“Bad men wanted to come into the city and do terrible things, but your father stopped them… You should be proud. Under King Joffrey’s leadership, your fathers saved the city. They saved us all. From now on, we’re going to take care of you.”

Dress CC by: @magnolianfarewell

simmring:

Joffrey- Well struck Dog! Did you like that?
Sansa- It was well struck, Your Grace.
Joffrey- I already said it was well struck.
Sansa- Yes, Your Grace.
Joffrey- Who’s next?
Herald- Lothor Brune, freerider in the service of Lord Baelish. Ser Dontos the Red, of House Hollard. Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard!
Ser Dontos- Here I am! Here I am! Sorry, Your Grace. My deepest apologies.
Joffrey- Are you drunk?
Ser Dontos- No. I..no, Your Grace..I..I had two cups of wine.
Joffrey- Two cups? That’s not much at all. Please, have another cup.
Ser Dontos- Are you sure, Your Grace?
Joffrey- Yes, celebrate my name day. Have two. Have as much as you’d like.
Ser Dontos- I’d be honored, Your Grace.
Joffrey- Ser Meryn, help Ser Dontos celebrate my name day. See that he drinks his fill.
Sansa- You can’t!
Joffrey- What did you say? Did you say I can’t?
Sansa- I only meant it would be bad luck to kill a man on your name day.
Joffrey- What kind of stupid peasant superstition?
Sandor-The girl is right. What a man sows on his name day, he reaps all year.
Joffrey- Send him away. I’ll have him killed tomorrow, the fool.
Sansa- He is. A fool. You’re so clever to see it. He’ll make a much better fool than a knight. He doesn’t deserve the mercy of a quick death.
Joffrey- Did you hear my lady, Ser Dontos? From this day you’ll be my new fool!
Ser Dontos- Thanks you, Your Grace. And you, my lady. Thank you.

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Margaery- I want us to be friends. Good friends.
Sansa- That would make me very happy.
Margaery-You must see Highgarden. You’d love it there, I know you would. We have a great masquerade the night of the harvest moon. You should see the costumes. People work on them for months!
Sansa-Uh.. I don’t think the queen would let me leave King’s Landing.
Margaery- The queen regent, you mean? Once I marry Joffrey I’ll be queen. And if you were to marry Loras… Oh! Your place would be at Highgarden wouldn’t it? We would be sisters, you and I. Would you like that?

Margaery’s CC by- @sifixcc

Vargo Hoat: Take her over there where it’s dark. You’d like a little privacy.
Jaime: You know who she is don’t you?
Vargo Hoat: Some big dumb bitch from who cares where? I’ve never been with a woman that big.
Jaime:She’s Brienne of Tarth. Her fathers Lord Selwyn Tarth. Heard of Tarth? They call it the Sapphire Isle. Do you know why? Every sapphire in Westeros was mined on Tarth. Sapphires are gemstones, blue ones.
Vargo Hoat: I know what they are.
Jaime: Lord Selwyn would pay his daughter’s weight in sapphires if she’s returned to him, but only if she’s alive and honor unbesmirched.
Vargo Hoat: Bring her back here. Unbesmirched?
Jaime: Not defiled.
Vargo Hoat: A fancy word for a fancy man… Your father, would he pay your weight in gold to get you back?
Jaime: You’ll be a rich man until the end of  your days. And your sons will be rich men and their sons after them. Lands. Titles. You’ll have them all. The North can’t win this war. You’re a smart man. You understand that. We have the numbers. We have the gold…
Vargo Hoat: Hard to argue with that.
Jaime: Now that we’re speaking together man to man, I wonder if you need to keep me chained to this tree? I’m not asking to be freed from my contraints, but if I could sleep lying down my back would thank you for it. I’m not as young and resilient as I was once.
Vargo Hoat: None of us are. Unchain Ser Jaime from the tree. Suppose you’ll be wanting something to eat?
Jaime: Famished actually.
Vargo Hoat: We’ve got a spare partridge on the fire…Bring the bird over here and the carving knife. Will this work as a table, Milord?
Jaime: Why yes, yes this will do nicely. Aaahhh!
Vargo Hoat: You think you’re the smartest man there is. That everyone alive has to bow and scrape and lick your boots.
Jaime: My father…
Vargo Hoat: And if you get in any trouble all you’ve got to do is say “my father”, and that’s it. All your troubles are gone. Have you got something to say? Careful. You don’t want to say the wrong thing. You’re nothing without your daddy and your daddy ain’t here. Never forget that. Here, this should help you remember! *Clink*
Jaime: Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

Brienne’s CC by @kellymarie69.

Missandei-There are 8 thousand Unsullied in Astapor. Is this what you mean by all?
Dany-Yes. 8 thousand and the ones still in training as well.
Grazyn- (In Valyrian) If they fail on the battlefield, they will shame Astapor. 
Missandei-Master Grazyn says they cannot sell half-trained boys. If they fail on the battlefield they will bring shame upon all of Astapor.                      Dany- I will have them all or take none. Many will fall in battle. I’ll need the boys to pick up the swords they drop.
Kraznys-(In Valyrian) The slut cannot pay for all of this.
Missandei- Master Kraznys says that you cannot afford this.
Kraznys- (In Valyrian) Her ship will buy her 100 Unsullied, no more, and this is because I like the curve of her ass.
Missandei- Your ship will buy you 100 Unsullied…because Master Kraznys is generous.
Kraznys- (In Valyrian) What is left will buy her 10.
Missandei- The gold you have left is worth 10.
Kraznys- (In Valyrian) I will give her 20 if it stops her ignorant whimpering.
Missandei- But good Master Kraznys will give you 20.
Kraznys- (In Valyrian) Her Dothraki smell of shit but may be useful as pig feed. I will give her 3 for those.
Missandei- The Dothraki you have are not worth what they cost to feed, but Master Kraznys will give you 3 Unsullied for all of them.
Kraznys- (In Valyrian) So, ask this beggar queen, how will she pay for the remaining 7,877?
Missandei- Master Kraznys asks how you propose to pay for the remaining 7,877 Unsullied?
Dany- I have dragons. I’ll give you one.
Ser Barristan- We will win this war with dragons not slaves, Your Grace.
Ser Jorah- Khaleesi, please.
Kraznys- Three dragons.
Dany- One.
Kraznys- Two.
Dany- One.
Missandei- They want the biggest one.
Dany- Done.
Kraznys- Done.
Dany- I’ll take you as well. Now. You’ll be Master Kraznys’ gift to me. A token of a bargain well struck.
Missandei-(In Valyrian) She asks that you give me to her, as a present. She asks that you do this now.