We march to victory or we march to defeat. But we go forward. Only forward
While Robert smashed Rhaegar on the Trident, my men ate the dogs, because the horses had already been devoured. While the Lannisters sacked King's Landing, we ate the rats.
They'll bend the knee or I'll destroy them
Robert is dead and a bastard pretender soils my throne while the realm fills with schemers and traitors. But the rightful king is coming for them all. And l will not stop until l have scoured this land clean of abomination
