What Would A Frey Know Of Honor?

Perhaps I Cannot Make My People Good, She Told Herself, But I Should At Least Try To Make Them A Little Less Bad.

His Dagger Was Out, Poised At Her Throat. “sing, Little Bird. Sing For Your Little Life.

Robb: Uncle Benjen Said To Send You To The Stables If I Saw You. Jon: I Have One More Farewell To Make. Robb: Then I Haven't Seen You.

He Did Not Know Which Was More Painful, The Waking Or The Sleeping. When He Slept, He Dreamed: Dark Disturbing Dreams Of Blood And Broken Promises. When He Woke, There Was Nothing To Do But Think, And His Waking Thoughts Were Worse Than Nightmares.

...if You Dance With Dragons, You Must Expect To Burn.