It's a strange thing, the first time you cut a man. You realize we're nothing but sacks of meat and blood, and some bone to keep it all standing.
I pledged to ride north. I intend to honor that pledge
Threaten? As in "I'm going to open your lord from balls to brains and see what Starks are made of"?
If you were to marry Cersei, she's murder you in your sleep.