Cleaner ways don't win wars
I'll offer them their lives and their freedom, if Mance kneels before me and swears his loyalty
If I do not press my claim, my claim will be forgotten
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
