I don't pray anymore. It's the only place I can go where people don't talk to me
It would be back luck to kill a man on your name day
You should be on your knees thanking me, you're standing in Winterfell because of me. You didn't win it back, Jon didn't win it back. He lost the battle of the Bastards. The knights of the Vale won the battle, and they rode North for me
Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.
