“NO!” Jaime had heard all that he could stand. No, more than he could stand. He was sick of it, sick of lords and lies, sick of his father, his sister, sick of the whole bloody business. “No. No. No. No. No. How many times must I say no before you’ll hear it? […] I am a knight of the Kingsguard. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard! And that’s all I mean to be!” ( A STORM OF SWORDS: JAIME VII )