My name is Arya Stark. I want you to know that. The last thingyou're ever going to see is a Stark smiling down at you as you die
Winter is coming!
The worst ones always live
You're not very smart, Are you?
17 years ago, you rode off with Robert Baratheon. You came back a year later with another woman's son
This man came into my house as a guest, and there conspired to murder my son. A boy of 10.
If we can't protect our own bannermen, why should they protect us?