I will kill that man. I don't care how many arrows they feather me with, how many spears they run through me
We do not sow. We are ironborn. We're not subjects. We're not slaves. We do not plow the fields or toil the mine. We take what is ours
It's for the queen I bet. I hear she's a sleek bit of mink.
I wasn't born to be king. I paid the iron price