The Only Game. The Game Of Thrones.

My Featherbed Is Deep And Soft, And There I’ll Lay You Down, I’ll Dress You All In Yellow Silk And On Your Head A Crown. For You Shall Be My Lady Love, And I Shall Be Your Lord. I’ll Always Keep You Warm And Safe, And Guard You With My Sword. And How She Smiled And How She Laughed, The Maiden Of The Tree. She Spun Away And Said To Him, No Featherbed For Me. I’ll Wear A Gown Of Golden Leaves, And Bind My Hair With Grass, But You Can Be My Forest Love, And Me Your Forest Lass.

There Are Ghosts Everywhere," Ser Jorah Said Softly. "we Carry Them With Us Wherever We Go.

I Swear To You, Sitting A Throne Is A Thousand Times Harder Than Winning One.

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

There Are No Heroes...in Life, The Monsters Win.