Roses are boring dear
You should have the decency to stand when you speak to a lady
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
I'm leaving this wretched city as fast as I can before that shoeless zealot throws me into one of his cells
