A Crown Should Not Sit Easy On

I'm Sorry That I Never Trusted You. I Don't Know How To Do That Anymore.

Jon:'what Are You Doing Up There? Why Aren't You At The Feast?' Tyrion: 'too Hot, Too Noisy, And I'd Drunk Too Much Wine', The Dwarf Told Him. 'i Learned Long Ago That It Is Considered Rude To Vomit On Your Brother.

My Skin Has Turned To Porcelain, To Ivory, To Steel.

I Would Choose Freedom Over Comfort Every Time.

Only The Soldier Pines And Sentinels Still Showed Green; The Broadleaf Trees Had Donned Mantles Of Russet And Gold, Or Else Uncloaked Themselves To Scratch Against The Sky With Branches Brown And Bare.