When I last saw you, you were a boy. A fearless boy. Loved to climb the castle walls, frighten his mother
I'm sure cutting heads is very satisfying, but that's not the way you get people to work together
A spy would deny being a spy
I remember you, standing on that platform with Joffrey and Cersei when they dragged father to the block. I remember the pretty dress you were wearing. I remember the fancy way you did your hair