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The winds of Winter. The wolf and the lion. King in the North. I would like a trial by combat. Bastards are born of passion, aren’t they? We don’t despise them in Dorne. Bastards are born of passion, aren’t they? We don’t despise them in Dorne. And now his watch is ended

Forgive my manners. I don’t see many ladies these days. Lucky for the ladies. Forgive my manners. I don’t see many ladies these days. Lucky for the ladies. Fire and blood. The Knight of Lemonwood. House Tarly of Horn Hill Forgive my manners. I don’t see many ladies these days. Lucky for the ladies. Words are like wind. Never Resting. The bear and the maiden fair. Fire and blood. You know nothing, Jon Snow. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.

A dream of Spring. The Knight of Lemonwood. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. The night is dark and full of terrors. I would like a trial by combat. The bear and the maiden fair. May the Father judge him justly. A forked purple lightning bolt, on black field speckled with four-pointed stars. I would like a trial by combat. The North remembers. And now his watch is ended. Fire and blood. The tourney of Ashford Meadows. The tourney of Ashford Meadows.

A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good. Each should have its own reward. More pigeon pie, please. Fire and blood. A forked purple lightning bolt, on black field speckled with four-pointed stars. Winter is coming. Words are like wind. Forgive my manners. I don’t see many ladies these days. Lucky for the ladies.