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
Convince him to bend the knee, or he burns
We march to victory or we march to defeat. But we go forward. Only forward
Show too much kindness, people won't fear you. If they don't fear you, they don't follow you