Theon Reek Greyjoy

If I got justice, my burnt body would hang over the gates of Winterfell

It's better to be cruel than weak

The runt of the litter. That one's yours, Snow.

My own father, your king, surrendered years ago to Robert Baratheon. I watched him bend the knee

In civilized lands, you refer to your betters by their proper titles

I'm a Greyjoy, I can't fight for Robb and my father both

With hunting, there's blood in the end