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
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
When the winter comes, the seven Gods together couldn't save you and your royal army
You want a whore, buy one. You want a queen... Earn her.