It's for the queen I bet. I hear she's a sleek bit of mink.
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
The runt of the litter. That one's yours, Snow.
I'm not a Stark, I know that. But your father raised me to be an honorable man. We can avenge him together
