The Many-Faced God stole a few more from me. But I'm glad he left me you
The war is not over. And I promise you, friend, the true enemy won't wait out the storm
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
Walder Frey is a dangerous man to cross
