The North remembers. We know no king but the King in the North whose name is Stark. I don’t care if he’s a bastard. Ned Stark’s blood runs through his veins. He’s my king from this day until his last day.
Any man who must say, “I am the king” is no true king. I’ll make sure you understand that when I’ve won your war for you.
Your king says he betrayed me for love. I say he betrayed me for firm t*ts and a tight fit … and I can respect that.
You like my Biggie photo? Me, too. You know what draws your eye when you look at that? The crown. Wanna know why? ‘Cause everybody wants to be the king.