Shame. Shame. Shame!
One day I pray you love someone, I pray you love her so much, when you close your eyes, you see her face
I want you to share my tent. I want you to pour my wine, laugh at my jokes, rub my legs when they are sore after a day's ride.
Threaten? As in "I'm going to open your lord from balls to brains and see what Starks are made of"?
