“These river lords have proven they cannot be trusted. Let them do you fealty for their lands.”
“Even the Tullys?”
“If there are any Tullys left when we are done.”
Littlefinger looked like a boy who had just taken a furtive bite from a honeycomb. He was trying to watch for bees, but the honey was so sweet.
If I told you to murder an infant girl, say, still at her mother’s breast, would you do it, without question?
“I will hurt you for this. I don’t know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you’ll know the debt is paid.”
George R.R. Martin (A Clash of Kings)
