No man has ever died from bending his knee. He who kneels may rise again, blade in hand. He who will not kneel stays dead, stiff legs and all
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
Your brothers were warriors, both of them dead at the hands of those you seem so eager to protect
I'm not a Stark, I know that. But your father raised me to be an honorable man. We can avenge him together