I will kill that man. I don't care how many arrows they feather me with, how many spears they run through me
You know what it's like to be told how lucky you are to be someone's prisoner?
No man has ever died from bending his knee. He who kneels may rise again, blade in hand. He who will not kneel stays dead, stiff legs and all
I didn't murder the Stark boys. But I did things that were just as bad or worse