Jaime Lannister was back on his feet, but his ornate lion helmet had been twisted around and dented in his fall, and now he could not get it off. The commons were hooting and pointing, the lords and ladies were trying to stifle their chuckles, and failing, and over it all Ned could hear King Robert laughing, louder than anyone. Finally they had to lead the Lion of Lannister off to a blacksmith, blind and stumbling.
my fave part of AGoT, ngl.
Does anyone else think that at this exact moment Tywin Lannister looked up from his breakfast at Casterly Rock as if he’d detected a disturbance in the force
“someone somewhere is laughing at a Lannister”
Forever judging people based on their opinion of Sansa Stark.