I broke a sacred oath and stabbed my king in the back. I killed my own cousin. When the gods judged my brother guilty, I helped him escape their justice
I should have been born a man. I'd rather face a thousand swords than be shut up inside with this flock of frightened hens
He should be with his grandfather, his brother, his sister. Burn him and bury his ashes where the sept once stood
The only way to keep the small folk loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy