Surrounded by Lannisters, everytime I close my eyes, I see their blond hair and their smug satisfied faces
Uncle, you can be my cupbearer seeing as you're too cowardly to fight
We'll crush the Northerners, hand their Lords, burn their strongholds, sow their fields with salt, and no one will think of rebelling for another century
There were deeper older laws, The younger brother bows before the elder