I, Eddard of the house Stark, lord of Winterfell and warden of the North, sentence you to die.
The Robert I grew up with didn't tremble at the shadow of an unborn child
If the day ever comes when that boy would rather wield a sword than forge one, you send him to me
You grew up with actors, You learned their craft and you learnt it well. But I grew up with soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago