I Will Hurt You For This. I

There Was An Agelessness About Him, A Stillness; On Roose Bolton's Face, Rage And Joy Looked Much The Same.

I Am Not Questioning Your Honor, I Am Denying Its Existence.

She Might Have Wept Then, Had Not The Sky Begun To Do It For Her.

We All Need To Be Mocked From Time To Time, Lest We Take Ourselves Too Seriously.

Catelyn Had Never Liked This Godswood. She Had Been Born A Tully, At Riverrun Far To The South, On The Red Fork Of The Trident. The Godswood There Was A Garden, Bright And Airy, Where Tall Redwoods Spread Dappled Shadows Across Tinkling Streams, Birds Sang From Hidden Nests, And The Air Was Spicy With The Scent Of Flowers.