Life is full of these little ironies. My sister married a new king and my repulsive nephew will be king after him
One taste of battle and he will run back to Winterfell with his tail between his legs
Everything they've taken from us, we're going to take back and more. We're going to take everything there is
You expect me to trust the man who murdered our father? You expect me to command our troops to fight beside foreign scum, to fight for the Dragon Queen?