I heard what your brother did to you. Pressed your face to the fire like you're a nice juicy mutton chop
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
I'm a Stark, a Direwolf. Direwolves don't cry!
Can I be lord of a holdfast?