I wasn't born into a great house, I came from nothing. I was sold as a slave and carved up as an offering. When I was a child, I lived in alleys, gutters, abandoned houses
If I don't return, you'll know I was wrong
It it's swordsmen who rule, why do we pretend kings hold all the power?
You look lovely today, my dear. You really do. How you climbed all those steps without breaking a sweat