If you were to marry Cersei, she's murder you in your sleep.
The darkness is coming for us all. We'll face it together. And when the Great War is over, perhaps you'll remember I chose to help with no promises or assurances from any of you. I expect not
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
Confess. Confess. Confess!
