Do you remember the way you smirked at me when my grandson and granddaughter were dragged off to their cells? I do. I'll never forget it
It's a rare enough thing, a man who lives up to his reputation
Spare me the homilies. I can smell a fraud from a mile away
I'd hate to die like your son, clawing at my neck, foam and bile spilling from my mouth, eyes bloodred, skin purple. Must have been horrible for you as a kingsguard, as a father. It was horrible for me, a shocking scene. Not at all what I intended