There are those who are catalysts for change, and those who insist on being obstacles to it. Some people run from it. Some people embrace it. In the game of thrones, change is as certain as the sky is blue. When the tides of power change, loyalty isn’t about swearing to the person who is most just, most wealthy, or most insurmountable. It’s about supporting the person who won’t put your head on a pike, and then planning on how to keep it there when he’s no longer in power. It breeds chaos. And within that chaos, you don’t grasp at the power. You ease into it like a glove. They’ll never see it coming. And when they do, it’s too late.
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| - There are those who are catalysts for change, and those who insist on being obstacles to it. Some people run from it. Some people embrace it. In the game of thrones, change is as certain as the sky is blue. When the tides of power change, loyalty isn’t about swearing to the person who is most just, most wealthy, or most insurmountable. It’s about supporting the person who won’t put your head on a pike, and then planning on how to keep it there when he’s no longer in power. It breeds chaos. And within that chaos, you don’t grasp at the power. You ease into it like a glove. They’ll never see it coming. And when they do, it’s too late.
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| - There are those who are catalysts for change, and those who insist on being obstacles to it. Some people run from it. Some people embrace it. In the game of thrones, change is as certain as the sky is blue. When the tides of power change, loyalty isn’t about swearing to the person who is most just, most wealthy, or most insurmountable. It’s about supporting the person who won’t put your head on a pike, and then planning on how to keep it there when he’s no longer in power. It breeds chaos. And within that chaos, you don’t grasp at the power. You ease into it like a glove. They’ll never see it coming. And when they do, it’s too late. Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some, are given a chance to climb. They refuse, they cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.
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