The Air Smelled Of Paper And Dust

The Morning Had Dawned Clear And Cold, With A Crispness That Hinted At The End Of Summer.

The High Septon Once Told Me That As We Sin, So Do We Suffer.

He Drew The Dagger And Laid It On The Table Between Them; A Length Of Dragonbone And Valyrian Steel, As Sharp As The Difference Between Right And Wrong, Between True And False, Between Life And Death.

Only Lies Offend Me, Never Honest Counsel.

Of Course It’s Not Enough To Be A Good Man To Be An Effective Ruler And It Never Has Been.