— Lord BaeIish, perhaps I was wrong to distrust you.
— Distrusting me was the wisest thing you've done since you climbed off your horse.
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
I don't fight in tournaments... because when I fight a man for real, I don't want him to know what I can do.
— What you suggest is treason.
— Only if we lose.
— What madness led you to tell the queen you had learned the truth about Joffrey's birth?
— The madness of mercy. That she might save her children.
— Ah, the chiIdren. lt's aIways the innocents who suffer. It wasn't the wine that killed Robert, nor the boar. The wine sIowed him down and the boar ripped him open, but it was your mercy
that kiIIed the king.
— How did he get so fat?
— He only stops eating when it's time for a drink.
— Very handsome armor. Not a scratch on it.
— I know. People have been swinging at me for years, but they always seem to miss.
— You've chosen your opponents wisely then.
— I have a knack for it.
— Tell me something, Varys. Who do you truly serve?
— The realm, my lord. Someone must.
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