All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

Any man who must say ‘I am the king’ is no true king at all. Tywin Lannister

The War of the Ninepenny Kings? So they called it, though I never saw a king, nor earned a penny. It was war, though. That it was.

TWOW

Mercy, thought Dany, They shall have the dragon’s mercy

A Son(g) Of Ice and Fire

We swore a vow.