Everyone's always asking me to believe in things, family, gods, kings, myself. It was often tempting, until I saw where belief got people
I want you to share my tent. I want you to pour my wine, laugh at my jokes, rub my legs when they are sore after a day's ride.
We've had vicious kings and we've had idiot kings, but I don't know if we've ever been cursed with a vicious idiot for a king
Life is full of these little ironies. My sister married a new king and my repulsive nephew will be king after him