No One Who Wears A Crown Is

‎[melisandre] "his Grace Is Growing Fond Of You." [jon] "i Can Tell. He Only Threatened To Behead Me Twice." Page 58

Explain To Me Why It Is More Noble To Kill Ten Thousand Men In Battle Than A Dozen At Dinner.

Go Ahead, Call Me All The Names You Want," Sansa Said Airily. "you Won't Dare When I'm Married To Joffrey. You'll Have To Bow And Call Me Your Grace." She Shrieked As Arya Flung The Orange Across The Table. It Caught Her In The Middle Of The Forehead With A Wet Squish And Plopped Down Into Her Lap. "you Have Juice On Your Face, Your Grace ," Arya Said.

If You Would Wed, Wed. If Not, Take Your Pleasure Where You Find It. There's Little Enough Of It In This World." - Oberyn

I Suppose I'm A Lapsed Catholic. You Would Consider Me An Atheist Or Agnostic.