The dark is coming for all of us. Why cry about it?
You look lovely tonight Lady Stark. Widowhood becomes you. Your bed must be lonely. Is that why you came?
Threaten? As in "I'm going to open your lord from balls to brains and see what Starks are made of"?
This room was silent as a crypt. Except for the screams, of course.
People have been swinging at me for years, but they always seem to miss
The King shits and the Hand wipes.
Let me thank you ahead of time for guarding us all from the perils beyond the wall.