When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.

I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey. (Sansa) No doubt. As loyal as a deer surrounded by wolves. (Tyrion) Lions, she whispered without thinking.

Perhaps that is the secret. It is not what we do, so much as why we do it.

Jon shrugged. 'Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister.

His chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.

Some allies are more dangerous than enemies.

I will take what is mine with fire and blood.