When I last saw you, you were a boy. A fearless boy. Loved to climb the castle walls, frighten his mother
We both wanted to be other people when we were younger. You wanted to be a queen, to sit next to a handsome, young king on the Iron Throne. I wanted to be a knight, to pick up a sword like father and off to battle
Stannis Baratheon sent ravens to all the high lords of Westeros. King Joffrey is neither a true King nor a true Baratheon
Winterfell is our home. It's ours and Arya's and Bran's and Rickon's. Wherever they are, it belongs to our family. We have to fight for it