She Was No Stranger To Waiting, After

We Were Talking About The Prince,' Sansa Said, Her Voice Soft As A Kiss. Arya Knew Which Prince She Meant: Joffrey, Of Course. The Tall, Handsome One. Sansa Got To Sit With Him At The Feast. Arya Had To Sit With The Little Fat One. Naturally.

You Are An Honest And Honorable Man...ofttimes I Forget That. I Have Met So Few Of Them In My Life.

Kind? How Boring That Would Be. I Aspire To Be Wicked.

What Do We Say To The Lord Of Death?" "not Today.

‎[melisandre] "his Grace Is Growing Fond Of You." [jon] "i Can Tell. He Only Threatened To Behead Me Twice." Page 58