Growing up at Winterfell, all I ever wanted was to escape, to come here, to the capital. To see the southern knights and their painted armor, King’s Landing after dark, all the candles burning in all those windows.
Changes on our hands and on our faces
it’s terrible, isn’t it?
“Tyrell or Lannister, it makes no matter, it’s not me they want, only my claim.”
And though you have had, and may have, many princes more mighty and wise sitting in this seat, yet you never had nor shall have, any that will be more careful and loving.