My Uncle Kevan has all the courage of a kitchen mouse
This is what ruling is, lying on a bed of weeds, ripping them out by the root, one by one, before they strangle you in your sleep
Dead men, dragons, and dragon queens, whatever stands in our way, we will defeat it. For ourselves, for our house
I never got to have a mother, but Myrcella did, she was mine, and you took her from me
