Post by DarkSister1001 on Jul 15, 2016 16:56:35 GMT
I have not been shy about the wholehearted support of R+L=J. It is not my intent to promote my beliefs but to discuss other possibilities.
There are several different threads spanning years between W, Reddit, etc. that explore the possible reasons for the presence of the KG at the ToJ but nothing substantial that explains the presence of the KG at the Tower of Joy that does not point to Jon being the son of Rhaeger and heir to the throne. I may have Jon Targ colored glasses on so I turn to you fine folks.
What other reason(s) would the KG have to be there at the ToJ?
Let's recap:
Ned, Howland Reed, Willam Dustin, Ethan Glover, Martyn Cassel, Theo Wull and Ser Mark Ryswell find the Tower guarded by 3 knights of the Kingsguard, Lord Commander Gerold Hightower, Ser Oswell Whent and Ser Authur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning.
From AGoT, Eddard X
King Aerys is dead, as is Rhaeger and his heir Aegon, his wife, Ella, and daughter Rhaenys. Viserys, Aerys second son, has been taken by Ser Willem Darry to Dragonstone with a pregnant Queen Rhaella. Robert Baratheon sits the Iron Throne.
There are several different threads spanning years between W, Reddit, etc. that explore the possible reasons for the presence of the KG at the ToJ but nothing substantial that explains the presence of the KG at the Tower of Joy that does not point to Jon being the son of Rhaeger and heir to the throne. I may have Jon Targ colored glasses on so I turn to you fine folks.
What other reason(s) would the KG have to be there at the ToJ?
Let's recap:
Ned, Howland Reed, Willam Dustin, Ethan Glover, Martyn Cassel, Theo Wull and Ser Mark Ryswell find the Tower guarded by 3 knights of the Kingsguard, Lord Commander Gerold Hightower, Ser Oswell Whent and Ser Authur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning.
From AGoT, Eddard X
“I looked for you on the Trident,” Ned said to them.
“We were not there,” Ser Gerold answered.
“Woe to the Usurper if we had been,” said Ser Oswell.
“When King's Landing fell, Ser Jaime slew your king with a golden sword, and I wondered where you were.”
“Far away,” Ser Gerold said, “or Aerys would yet sit the Iron Throne, and our false brother would burn in seven hells.”
“I came down on Storm's End to lift the siege,” Ned told them, and the Lords Tyrell and Redwyne dipped their banners, and all their knights bent the knee to pledge us fealty. I was certain you would be among them.”
“Our knees do not bend easily,” said Ser Arthur Dayne.
“Ser Willem Darry is fled to Dragonstone, with your queen and Prince Viserys. I thought you might have sailed with him.”
“Ser Willem is a good man and true,” said Ser Oswell.
“But not of the Kingsguard,” Ser Gerold pointed out. “The Kingsguard does not flee.”
“Then or now,” said Ser Arthur. He donned his helm.
“We swore a vow,” explained old Ser Gerold.
Ned’s wraiths moved up beside him, with shadow swords in hand. They were seven against three.
“And now it begins,” said Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. He unsheathed Dawn and held it with both hands. The blade was pale as milkglass, alive with light.
“No,” Ned said with sadness in his voice. “Now it ends.”
“We were not there,” Ser Gerold answered.
“Woe to the Usurper if we had been,” said Ser Oswell.
“When King's Landing fell, Ser Jaime slew your king with a golden sword, and I wondered where you were.”
“Far away,” Ser Gerold said, “or Aerys would yet sit the Iron Throne, and our false brother would burn in seven hells.”
“I came down on Storm's End to lift the siege,” Ned told them, and the Lords Tyrell and Redwyne dipped their banners, and all their knights bent the knee to pledge us fealty. I was certain you would be among them.”
“Our knees do not bend easily,” said Ser Arthur Dayne.
“Ser Willem Darry is fled to Dragonstone, with your queen and Prince Viserys. I thought you might have sailed with him.”
“Ser Willem is a good man and true,” said Ser Oswell.
“But not of the Kingsguard,” Ser Gerold pointed out. “The Kingsguard does not flee.”
“Then or now,” said Ser Arthur. He donned his helm.
“We swore a vow,” explained old Ser Gerold.
Ned’s wraiths moved up beside him, with shadow swords in hand. They were seven against three.
“And now it begins,” said Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. He unsheathed Dawn and held it with both hands. The blade was pale as milkglass, alive with light.
“No,” Ned said with sadness in his voice. “Now it ends.”