I'm a Stark, a Direwolf. Direwolves don't cry!
I eat a lot. I just don't grow
I heard what your brother did to you. Pressed your face to the fire like you're a nice juicy mutton chop
We both wanted to be other people when we were younger. You wanted to be a queen, to sit next to a handsome, young king on the Iron Throne. I wanted to be a knight, to pick up a sword like father and off to battle
