
(Source: fearisforthewinter)
I am Daenerys Stormborn, and I will take what is mine. With fire and blood.
In a room sit three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man with his gold. Between them stands a soldier, a little man of common birth and no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him slay the the other two. ‘Do it,’ says the king, ‘for I am your lawful ruler.’ ‘Do it,’ says the priest, ‘for I command you in the names of the gods.’ ‘Do it,’ says the rich man, and all this gold shall be yours.’ So tell me - who lives and who dies?
Three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man. Between them stands a common sellsword. Each great man bids the sellsword kill the other two. Who lives, who dies? Power resides where men believe it resides. It’s a trick, a shadow on the wall and a very small man can cast a very large shadow.