No One Who Wears A Crown Is

Anger Was Better Than Tears, Better Than Grief, Better Than Guilt.

I Know Nothing And Perhaps I Never Will.

You Kill Men For The Wrongs They Have Done, Not The Wrongs That They May Do Someday.

She Would Die As She Had Lived, With An Axe In Her Hand And A Laugh Upon Her Lips.

I Bet This Is A Brothel," She Whispered To Gendry. "you Don't Even Know What A Brothel Is." "i Do So," She Insisted. "it's Like An Inn, With Girls.