Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects.
Robert is dead and a bastard pretender soils my throne while the realm fills with schemers and traitors. But the rightful king is coming for them all. And l will not stop until l have scoured this land clean of abomination
I never loved my brothers. A sad thing for a man to admit, but it's true. You were the brother I chose
I saw a vision in the flames. A great battle in the snow
