A few died in transit. They cheated at dice. Or maybe I cheated. Someone cheated. They weren't good fighters. You won't miss them.
This is the life. Look at them, cheering for a Greyjoy
There's nothing quite like it, is there? The love of the people. Though I suppose you wouldn't know
No one loved him. No one wanted to follow him. He led us into two wars we couldn't win. I apologize to you all for not killing him years ago