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
A few died in transit. They cheated at dice. Or maybe I cheated. Someone cheated. They weren't good fighters. You won't miss them.
When you rule the Iron Islands, you can wage all the peace you want. But for now, shut your mouth and obey
In my experience, the surest way to a woman's heart is with a gift. A priceless gift.