As High as Honor. Pay the iron price. The wolf and the lion. You know nothing, Jon Snow. The wolf and the lion. It's ten thousand miles between Kings landing and the wall. It is rare to meet a Lannister who shares my enthusiasm for dead Lannisters. Forgive my manners. I don't see many ladies these days. Lucky for the ladies. The bear and the maiden fair. Winter is coming. A dream of Spring. You know nothing, Jon Snow. Never Resting. The bear and the maiden fair. The War of the 5 kings.

As High as Honor. What is dead may never die. The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come. You know nothing, Jon Snow. More pigeon pie, please. The Knight of Lemonwood. A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good. Each should have its own reward. House Tarly of Horn Hill Never Resting. The bear and the maiden fair. It's ten thousand miles between Kings landing and the wall. And now his watch is ended. A forked purple lightning bolt, on black field speckled with four-pointed stars. It's ten thousand miles between Kings landing and the wall.

King in the North. You know nothing, Jon Snow. It's ten thousand miles between Kings landing and the wall. The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons. As High as Honor. The battle of the redgrass field. Forgive my manners. I don't see many ladies these days. Lucky for the ladies. House Tarly of Horn Hill What is dead may never die. And now his watch is ended. The night is dark and full of terrors. A storm of swords. The rains of castamere. You know nothing, Jon Snow. The North remembers.

You know nothing, Jon Snow. And now his watch is ended. A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good. Each should have its own reward. Our Sun Shines Bright. And now his watch is ended. It's ten thousand miles between Kings landing and the wall. Fire and blood. The battle of the redgrass field. Winter is coming. The bear and the maiden fair. The winds of Winter. Bastards are born of passion, aren't they? We don't despise them in Dorne. The Knight of Lemonwood. Dunc the Lunk, thick as a castle wall. As High as Honor.