DEAR GAME OF THRONES WRITERS,
Entreat me not to leave thee, Or return from following after thee—for whither thou goest, I will go, And where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Angel do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me
Tywin ain’t wasting any time.
"Are you sure you don’t want a horse?"
“What would I do with a horse?”
“Horses are faster than men.”
“Horses are stupider than men.”