Convince him to bend the knee, or he burns
Kneel before me, lay your sword at my feet, pledge me your service, and you'll rise again as Jon Stark, Lord of Winterfell
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
There were deeper older laws, The younger brother bows before the elder
