You've got to go. They'll kill you for what you did to Joffrey.
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 don't care what you swear, because you're a liar
Sansa can keep her sewing needles. I've got a needle of my own.
