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 want me to serve the woman who murdered my King, who butchered my man, who crippled my son?
If I'm going to die, let it happen while there's still some of me left
I'm sure I can't have been great fun. Always sulking in the corner while the rest of you played