I just saw the Dothraki fight. They will beat any mercenary army. They'll beat any army I've ever seen. Killing our men wasn't war for them, it was sport
I pushed a boy out a tower window, crippled him for life for Cersei. I strangled my cousin with my own hands just to get back to Cersei. I would have murdered every man, woman and child in Riverrun for Cersei.
Life is full of these little ironies. My sister married a new king and my repulsive nephew will be king after him
How can I protect the king when I can hardly wipe my ow arse?