“Jon Snow, is this a proper castle now? Not just a tower?”

“It is.” Jon took her hand.

“Good,” she whispered. “I wanted t’ see one proper castle, before … before I …”

“You’ll see hundred castles. The battle’s done. Maester Aemon will see to you. You’re kissed by fire, remember? Lucky. It will take more than an arrow to kill you. Aemon will draw it out and patch you up, and we’ll get milk of the poppy for the pain.”

She just smiled at that. “D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.”

“We’ll go back to the cave,” he said.” You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.”

“Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.”

They have a choice: They can live in my new world or they can die in their old one.

- Daenerys Targarien. 

 

- Tyrion: I saved you. I saved this city and all your worthless life. I should have let Stannis kill you all. I'm guilty. Is that what you want to hear? 

- Tywin: Do you admit you poisoned the King?

- Tyrion: No. Of that I am innocent. I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime. I'm guilty of being a dwarf. Oh yes I am. I've been on trial for that my entire life. I did not do it. I did not kill Joffrey but I wish that I had. Watching your vicious bastard die gave me more relief than a thousand lying whores. I wish I was the monster you all think I am, I wish I had enough poison for the whole pack of you. I would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it. But I will not give my life for Joffrey's murder and I know I'll get no justice here so I will let the gods decide my fate. I DEMAND A TRIAL BY COMBAT.