My own father, your king, surrendered years ago to Robert Baratheon. I watched him bend the knee
I'm a Greyjoy, I can't fight for Robb and my father both
I didn't murder the Stark boys. But I did things that were just as bad or worse
No man has ever died from bending his knee. He who kneels may rise again, blade in hand. He who will not kneel stays dead, stiff legs and all