My armies will not stand down. I will not pull them back to the capital. I will march them north to fight alongside you in the Great War
I will burn their cities to the ground if they touch her
I'm sorry your marriage to Ned Stark didn't work out. You seemed so good together
This is what ruling is, lying on a bed of weeds, ripping them out by the root, one by one, before they strangle you in your sleep