A wedding needs a bedding
Go on, mock me, boy. You think I mind? The Tullys mocked me for years. The Starks mocked me. Where are they now?
They're laughing at us. All across the Riverlands right down to King's Landing, they're laughing at us. I hear it in my sleep!
For 300 years we kissed Tully boots, swore oaths to them and their stinking fish banners. Not again. Riverrun is ours
