A wedding needs a bedding
For 300 years we kissed Tully boots, swore oaths to them and their stinking fish banners. Not again. Riverrun is ours
They're laughing at us. All across the Riverlands right down to King's Landing, they're laughing at us. I hear it in my sleep!
You already swore me an oath right here in my castle. You swore by all the Gods your son will marry my daughter!
