I don't know how to be lord of anything. I hardly know how to use a fork. All I know is that you're beautiful and I love you, and none of it will be worth anything if you're not with me.
I'm only here because my father grabbed my mother instead of the girl next to her in the tavern
Everytime a highborn asks my name, it's trouble
How can someone so small be such a huge pain in my arse?