I Don't Want To Be A Queen.

Words Are Like Arrows, Arianne. Once Loosed, You Cannot Call Them Back. - Areo Hotah

She Had Killed Him With A Whisper, And She Would Kill Two More Before She Was Through. I’m The Ghost In Harrenhal, She Thought. And That Night, There Was One Less Name To Hate.

No Man Should Live Longer Than His Teeth.

And All Was Black And Still, And Black And Cold, And Black And Dead, And Black.

The Common People Pray For Rain, Healthy Children And A Summer That Never Ends. It Is No Matter To Them If The High Lords Play Their Game Of Thrones, So Long As They Are Left In Peace.