The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings care about peasants.
Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.
He wished he could relieve himself of his doubts and guilts half as easily.
It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown...it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe... and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown?
You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.
Any act can be a prayer, if done as well as we are able.