
his mother said, “you are a lion, my son. and you musn’t be afraid.”
…if there was one thing that Sansa Stark had learned here, it was mistrust.

And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.