The Man Who Fears Losing Has Already

Reading. That Was The Sport I Was Good At.

I Am Loyal To My Beloved Joffrey. (sansa) No Doubt. As Loyal As A Deer Surrounded By Wolves. (tyrion) Lions, She Whispered Without Thinking.

A Lord May Love The Men That He Commands, But He Cannot Be A Friend To Them. One Day He May Need To Sit In Judgement On Them, Or Send Them Forth To Die.

I Rose Too High, Loved Too Hard, Dared Too Much. I Tried To Grasp A Star, Overreached, And Fell.

Why Should Death Make A Man Truthful, Or Even Clever? The Dead Are Likely Dull Fellows, Full Of Tedious Complaints - The Ground's Too Cold, My Gravestone Should Be Larger, Why Does He Get More Worms Than I Do.