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
The only way to keep the small folk loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy
He should be with his grandfather, his brother, his sister. Burn him and bury his ashes where the sept once stood
I would do anything for you. Anything to keep you from harm. I would burn cities to the ground