Stone men. Good luck stopping the spread of greyscale with prayer
I was there that day, when Sir Gregor crushed your lover's head. If I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of Oberyn's skull breaking
There's nothing worse than a late blooming philosopher
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
