I remember the day you came into this world, red faced and squalling. And now I find you leading a host to war
I remember you, standing on that platform with Joffrey and Cersei when they dragged father to the block. I remember the pretty dress you were wearing. I remember the fancy way you did your hair
You can't make me. I will starve myself. I will die before I have to go there
Who cares how they are folded? They are going to get all messed up anyway.