Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman pregnant with her babe. Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. But you didn't slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no, that was your mistake.
The Three-Eyed Raven sent for me
It would be back luck to kill a man on your name day
You shouldn't envy me. Mostly I live in the past.