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
If I retreat again, I'll become the King Who Ran
They'll bend the knee or I'll destroy them
If a man knows what he is... and remains true to himself...the choice is no choice at all