I bet this is a brothel," she whispered to Gendry. "You don't even know what a brothel is." "I do so," she insisted. "It's like an inn, with girls.

When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

And I tell you truly, Danaerys, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me.

The Iron Throne is mine by rights. All those who deny that are my foes." "The whole of the realm denies it, brother," said Renley. "Old men deny it with their death rattle, and unborn children deny it in their mothers' wombs. They deny it in Dorne and they deny it on the Wall. No one wants you for their king. Sorry.

The Lord of Winterfell would always be a Stark

The maester smiled...Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can....die as I please.