What's the point of serving a God, if no one knows what he wants
When enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything. Then there are no more answers, only better and better lies
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
In his own horrible way, I believe he loved me
