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To her credit, Cersei did not look away. “He saw us. You love your children, do you not?”
Robert had asked him the very same question, the morning of the melee. He gave her the same answer. “With all my heart.”
“No less do I love mine.”
Ned thought, If it came to that, the life of some child I did not know, against Robb and Sansa and Arya and Bran and Rickon, what would I do? Even more so, what would Catelyn do, if it were Jon’s life, against the children of her body? He did not know. He prayed he never would.


Not knowing how long this game might continue, Catelyn wasted no time. “Are you Joffrey’s father?”
“You would never ask unless you knew the answer.”
“I want it from your own lips.”
He shrugged. “Joffrey is mine. As are the rest of Cersei’s brood, I suppose.”
“You admit to being your sister’s lover?”
“I’ve always loved my sister.”

#favourite fucking fierce bitches set on opposite ends of the moral spectrum #mothers who grow up never knowing their own #cersei who models herself in the image of the parent who is present #versus cat who fills up the space of the parent who’s absent #so of course cersei lannister who marches to the beat of her own wardrums #a soldier who listens to no chain of command but the one in her head #will openly admit to perverting the natural (read: social) order by bearing her brother’s children #whereas cat who has always filled in the blank spaces left by the chaos of life to form a feasible social tapestry #is diametrically opposed to that: the warrior queen freaking matriarch for whom duty is the final word

(Source: sommarlek)

True Grit (2010)