A Game of Thrones
A Song of Ice and Fire
They had come together at the ford of the Trident while the battle crashed around them—Robert with his warhammer and his great antlered helm, the Targaryen prince armored all in black. On the prince’s breastplate was the three-headed dragon of his House, wrought all in rubies that flashed like fire in the sunlight. The waters of the Trident ran red around the hooves of their destriers as they circled and clashed, again and again until at last a crushing blow from Robert’s hammer stove in the dragon and the chest beneath it. When Ned had finally come on the scene, Rhaegar lay dead in the stream while men of both armies scrabbled in the swirling waters for rubies knocked free of his armor.
“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die” – Cersei Lannister