While Robert smashed Rhaegar on the Trident, my men ate the dogs, because the horses had already been devoured. While the Lannisters sacked King's Landing, we ate the rats.
It's all the choosing sides that made everything so horrible
That's all what the realm is now. Backstabbing and scheming and arse-licking and money-grubbing
Who named you? Some halfwit with a Slutter?