Septa Mordane used to crack my knuckles cause I couldn't write as well as you
Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman pregnant with her babe. Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. But you didn't slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no, that was your mistake.
I wanted to see the look in his eyes when he knew it was over
Someday I'm gonna put a sword through your eye and out of the back of your skull
