… until there comes another, younger and more beautiful

themaidenofthetree:

Donal chose you, and Qhorin Halfhand before him. Lord Commander Mormont made you his steward. You are a son of Winterfell, a nephew of Benjen Stark. It must be you or no one.”

jon snow  

Not nothing. The North.

Not nothing. The North.

 I must not weep. I must not. If I weep I will forgive him.

If the Masters never cut me, I never am Unsullied. I never stand in the Plaza of Pride when Daenerys Stormborn orders us to kill the Masters. I never am chosen to lead the Unsullied. I never meet Missandei from the island of Naath. I am sorry for today.