Robb Stark is dead. Sorry, I know he was like a brother to you, but my father put a knife through his heart.
The winters are hard, but the Starks will endure. We always have.
"Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself … swore to myself … that I would be a good king, as honourable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies … now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused?"