A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad the good
Robert is dead and a bastard pretender soils my throne while the realm fills with schemers and traitors. But the rightful king is coming for them all. And l will not stop until l have scoured this land clean of abomination
I've broken a sacred vow. I've sinned
I'll offer them their lives and their freedom, if Mance kneels before me and swears his loyalty
