Robert is dead and a bastard pretender soils my throne while the realm fills with schemers and traitors. But the rightful king is coming for them all. And l will not stop until l have scoured this land clean of abomination
In my dreams, I kill him everynight.
They may be the most pompous, ponderous cunts the Gods ever suffered to walk the world, but they do have outrageous amount of money
I don't know what happened between you and those yellow-haired shits. I don't want to know!