Shame. Shame. Shame!
I'm sorry your marriage to Ned Stark didn't work out. You seemed so good together
The darkness is coming for us all. We'll face it together. And when the Great War is over, perhaps you'll remember I chose to help with no promises or assurances from any of you. I expect not
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
