My personal favorite is the moment when Robb Stark kills the boy, and lets the man be born.
He’s
working out the placements of the commanders and lords in his army,
preparing to march south to free his father from the clutches of Cersei
Lannister, and one of his bannermen protests almost immediately.
The
bloody Wall will melt before an Umber marches behind a Glover! I will
lead the van, or I will take my men and march them home.
The
Greatjon’s ire is something no one wants to incur, least of all a boy
too young for all the weight heaped upon his shoulders, and for a moment
uncertainty flashes in Robb’s eyes.
Then he
sets his shoulders, his eyes turning to steel as the line of his mouth
hardens, and the boy becomes a king. His voice is a low, quiet growl.
You
are welcome to do so, Lord Umber. And when I am done with the
Lannisters, I will march back north, root you out of your keep, and hang
you for an oathbreaker.
There’s a shocked silence, just for a moment, and then the Greatjon roars. Oathbreaker, is it? I’ll not be called Oathbreaker by a boy so green he pisses grass! He
reaches for a blade and half of Robb’s men stand — Theon leaps to his
feet — but it’s Grey Wind who lunges forward and mauls the Greatjon’s
hand.
My lord father taught me it was
death to bare steel against your liege lord. But doubtless the Greatjon
only meant to cut my meat for me.
The Greatjon raises his mangled, bloodied hand, and starts to laugh. Your meat…is bloody tough!
Robb’s
low chuckle drifts into the quiet, growing into full-throated laughter,
and all the northern lords howl with amusement too - aside from poor
little horrified Bran, who gapes around at all these men as if they’ve
lost their minds entirely.
There have been a lot of badass moments in GoT, but Robb…Robb was undeniably cool.
King in the North, indeed.
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