From Massey’s Hook came Lord Bar Emmon of Sharp Point and Lord Massey of Stonedance, both sworn to Storm’s End, but with closer ties to Dragonstone. Lord Aegon and his sisters took counsel with them and visited the castle sept to pray to the Seven of Westeros as well though he had never before been accounted a pious man. (World of Ice and Fire)
A dozen lesser lords, bannermen and vassals to Dragonstone, sat at the black council as well: Celtigar of Claw Isle, Staunton of Rook’s Rest, Massey of Stonedance, Bar Emmon of Sharp Point, and Darklyn of Duskendale amongst them. But the greatest lord to pledge his strength to the princess was Corlys Velaryon of Driftmark. (The Princess and the Queen)
Dragons are not horses. They do not easily accept men upon their backs, and when angered or threatened, they attack. Sixteen men lost their lives during an attempt to become dragonriders. Three times that number were burned or maimed. Steffon Darklyn was burned to death whilst attempting to mount the dragon Seasmoke. Lord Gormon Massey suffered the same fate when approaching Vermithor. (The Princess and the Queen)
I squeed every time there is even a brief mention of House Massey, hehe. Justin look at all your ancestors! (Eek one of them was burned to death because he thought he had Targaryen blood).
So I guess House Massey was originally sworn to Storm’s End before Aegon’s Conquest, but by the time of the Dance with Dragons civil war, they were sworn to Dragonstone?
How did the Massey end up losing their ancestral land, though?
“He wants my lands,” Asha replied. “He wants the Iron Islands.” She knew the signs. She had seen the same before in other suitors. Massey’s own ancestral holdings, far to the south, were lost to him, so he must needs make an advantageous marriage or resign himself to being no more than a knight of the king’s household. (A Dance with Dragons)
Valentines from Justin Massey to Asha Greyjoy
my heart is yours and your land is mine
I will never let Suggs burn you that’s how much I love you
ho(r)pe makes the heart grow fonder
your champion is made of suet, sugar, spice and everything nice
my sword is yours (and we all know what a big giant sword I have)
“Oh, leave off, Godry,” said Ser Justin Massey, a loose-limbed, fleshy knight with a ready smile and a mop of flaxen hair. Massey had been one of the wrong-way rangers. “We all know what a big giantsword you have, I’m sure. No need for you to wave it in our faces yet again.”
~ A Dance with Dragons
“Horpe and Massey aspire to your father’s seat. Massey wants the wildling princess too. He once served my brother Robert as squire and acquired his appetite for female flesh. Horpe will take Val to wife if I command it, but it is battle he lusts for. As a squire he dreamed of a white cloak, but Cersei Lannister spoke against him and Robert passed him over. Perhaps rightly. Ser Richard is too fond of killing. Which would you have as Lord of Winterfell, Snow? The smiler or the slayer?”
~ A Dance with Dragons
Justin Massey and Richard Horpe as Robert Baratheon’s squires
Ser Justin called upon her cart half a dozen times that first day, to bring her food and drink and tidings of the march. A man of easy smiles and endless japes, large and well-fleshed, with pink cheeks, blue eyes, and a wind-tossed tangle of white-blond hair as pale as flax, he was a considerate gaoler, ever solicitous of his captive’s comfort
The King’s Prize, A Dance with Dragons.
“He wants my lands,” Asha replied. “He wants the Iron Islands.” She knew the signs. She had seen the same before in other suitors. Massey’s own ancestral holdings, far to the south, were lost to him, so he must needs make an advantageous marriage or resign himself to being no more than a knight of the king’s household. Stannis had frustrated Ser Justin’s hopes of marrying the wildling princess that Asha had heard so much of, so now he had set his sights on her. No doubt he dreamed of putting her in the Seastone Chair on Pyke and ruling through her, as her lord and master. That would require ridding her of her present lord and master, to be sure … not to mention the uncle who had married her to him. Not likely, Asha judged. The Crow’s Eye could eat Ser Justin to break his fast and never even belch.
“It is your courage I question, Justin, not your faith. You have preached defeat every step of the way since we rode forth from Deepwood Motte. It makes me wonder whose side you are on.” A flush crept up Massey’s neck. “I will not stay here to be insulted.” He wrenched his damp cloakdown from the wall so hard that Asha heard it tear, then stalked past Horpe and through the door. Ablast of cold air blew through the hall, raising ashes from the fire trench and fanning its flames a little brighter. Broken quick as that, thought Asha. My champion is made of suet. Even so, Ser Justin was one of the few who might object should the queen’s men try to burn her. So she rose to her feet, donned her own cloak, and followed him out into the blizzard.
~ A Dance with Dragons
Stannis and Justin - my favourite one-sided brOTP :)
"It may be that we shall lose this battle," the king said grimly. “In Braavos you may hear that I am dead. It may even be true. You shall find my sellswords nonetheless."
The knight hesitated. “Your Grace, if you are dead — “
” — you will avenge my death, and seat my daughter on the Iron Throne. Or die in the attempt.”
Ser Justin put one hand on his sword hilt. “On my honor as a knight, you have my word.”
The Winds of Winter Sample Chapter
Just Justin and Asha….
Because of reasons
It’s the one, it’s the only… Justin ‘the Smiler’ Massey!