Las verdades más dolorosas son a las que más hay que aferrarse.

“Yours was the hand that threw him. You meant for him to die.”His chains chinked…”

“Music to my ears.” Though not a tune I’m fond of.”

“She wants fire, and Dorne sent her mud.You could make a poultice out of mud to …”

“The bad part is you freeze your balls off, but since you're not allowed to bree…”