I followed you into war, twice, without doubts, without second thoughts. But I will not follow you now
I, Eddard of the house Stark, lord of Winterfell and warden of the North, sentence you to die.
You grew up with actors, You learned their craft and you learnt it well. But I grew up with soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago
If the day ever comes when that boy would rather wield a sword than forge one, you send him to me