Leave us be, and I won't kill you
Someday I'm gonna put a sword through your eye and out of the back of your skull
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 knew what I was doing was against the rules, but he was smiling, so I knew it wasn't wrong. The rules were wrong. I was doing what I was meant to be doing and he knew. Now he's dead, killed by the Lannisters, with your help
