17 years ago, you rode off with Robert Baratheon. You came back a year later with another woman's son
You should be on your knees thanking me, you're standing in Winterfell because of me. You didn't win it back, Jon didn't win it back. He lost the battle of the Bastards. The knights of the Vale won the battle, and they rode North for me
If the day ever comes when that boy would rather wield a sword than forge one, you send him to me
The war is not over. And I promise you, friend, the true enemy won't wait out the storm