I'll send for your baby boy. And I'll launch him into Riverrun with a catapult. Because you don't matter to me
Oh, the gods won't mind. They've spilled more blood than the rest of us combined
I killed your High Sparrow and all his little sparrows. All his septons, all his septas, all his filthy soldiers, because it felt good to watch them burn
One taste of battle and he will run back to Winterfell with his tail between his legs