Obara. You look like an angry little boy. Don't presume to tell me what I need
Roses are boring dear
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
War is war, but killing a man at a wedding, horrid
