Happy Valentine’s Day! (If you’re into that thing.) This post will be talking about Game of Thrones and a very specific story of love and broken hearts. I’ll be tromping all over a spoilery plot detail, one that some might argue hasn’t been 100% comfirmed, so I’ll just let you decide if you want to keep reading.
“Promise me, Ned,” Lyanna’s statue whispered. She wore a garland of pale blue roses, and her eyes wept blood.
This post discusses plot points from the first four seasons of HBO’s Game of Thrones. Consider this your spoiler warning.
In a few days, it’ll be Saint Valentine’s Day, a day when romance is celebrated (at least that’s the strong implication from chocolate manufacturers, florists, and greeting card companies) and I think now is an appropriate time to talk about love and romance in Westeros.
At the start of Season Three of Game of Thrones, Jaime “Kingslayer” Lannister is being pushed and prodded towards King’s Landing by the stoic Brienne of Tarth. With very little to do to pass the time (other than stumble along) Jaime takes the opportunity to needle Brienne about many things. Her size, her attitude, and her admiration for Renly Baratheon.
Talking about Renly and his sexual preferences crosses a line with Brienne, but Jaime defuses the situation with this statement:
I don’t blame him and I don’t blame you either. We don’t get to choose who we love.
We don’t get to choose who we love pretty much sums up the state of romance in Westeros.
I Can't Possibly Be Wrong All the Time 