We were talking about the prince,' Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss. Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.

Of course it’s not enough to be a good man to be an effective ruler and it never has been.

His time was past, her handmaid Irri declared. No man should live longer than his teeth.

Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them.

I'm sorry that I never trusted you. I don't know how to do that anymore.

That man said he’d take your head too.” “Well, as to that,” Yoren said, “if he can get it off my shoulders, he’s welcome to it.

I will take what is mine with fire and blood.