Viserys Sold My Mother's Crown, And Men

I Had A Couple Of Friends, But I Was Mostly The Kid With His Nose In A Book.

Some Battles Are Won With Swords And Spears, Others With Quills And Ravens.

I Am Surrounded By Flatterers And Fools.

But A Voice Inside Her Whispered, There Are No Heroes, And She Remembered What Lord Petyr Had Said To Her, Here In This Very Hall. 'life Is Not A Song, Sweetling,' He'd Told Her, 'you May Learn That One Day To Your Sorrow.' In Life, The Monsters Win, She Told Herself.

Give Me Priests Who Are Fat And Corrupt And Cynical,(...) The Sort Who Like To Sit On Soft Satin Cushions, Nibble Sweetmeats, And Diddle Little Boys. It's The Ones Who Believe In Gods Who Make The Trouble. (tyrion)