I would like a trial by combat.

 Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.

I would like a trial by combat. Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. A dream of Spring. A dream of Spring. The War of the 5 kings. Words are like wind. The night is dark and full of terrors. And now his watch is ended. A forked purple lightning bolt, on black field speckled with four-pointed stars. And now his watch is ended. As High as Honor.

When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. I would like a trial by combat. The War of the 5 kings. Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. It's ten thousand miles between Kings landing and the wall. The tourney of Ashford Meadows. The rains of castamere. It's ten thousand miles between Kings landing and the wall. The North remembers. You know nothing, Jon Snow. Never Resting.

A dream of Spring.

I would like a trial by combat. Winter is coming. Forgive my manners. I don't see many ladies these days. Lucky for the ladies. The winds of Winter. Forgive my manners. I don't see many ladies these days. Lucky for the ladies. As High as Honor. The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons. The wolf and the lion. A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good.