I hate the king more than any of them
I lived with him. I know the way his mind works. I know how he likes to hurt people
Septa Mordane used to crack my knuckles cause I couldn't write as well as you
I'm not going to swear an oath I can't uphold
When enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything. Then there are no more answers, only better and better lies
You've lived beyond the wall. What are you scared of?
With the faces I can choose. I can become someone else. Speak in their voice, live in their skin, I could even become you. I wonder what it would feel like to wear those dresses, to be the Lady of Winterfell. All I'd need to find out is your face