In The End Words Are

A Bruise Is A Lesson... And Each Lesson Makes Us Better.

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 Honorable 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.

"you Look Different Now. Like A Proper Little Girl," (said Gendry.) "i Look Like An Oak Tree, With All These Stupid Acorns," (said Arya.) "nice, Though. A Nice Oak Tree. [...] You Even Smell Nice For A Change."

First Rule, Stick Them With The Pointy End!

Only The Soldier Pines And Sentinels Still Showed Green; The Broadleaf Trees Had Donned Mantles Of Russet And Gold, Or Else Uncloaked Themselves To Scratch Against The Sky With Branches Brown And Bare.