Spare me the homilies. I can smell a fraud from a mile away
War is war, but killing a man at a wedding, horrid
A sword swallower through and through
I'd hate to die like your son, clawing at my neck, foam and bile spilling from my mouth, eyes bloodred, skin purple. Must have been horrible for you as a kingsguard, as a father. It was horrible for me, a shocking scene. Not at all what I intended
