I hate the king more than any of them
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
I lived with him. I know the way his mind works. I know how he likes to hurt people
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
I can see things that happened in the past. I can see things happening now all over the world.