I’m the last hope of a dynasty, Mormont. The greatest dynasty that this world has ever seen on my shoulders since I was five years old. And no one has ever given me what they gave to her in that tent. Never! Not a piece of it. How can I carry what I need to carry without it? Who can rule without wealth or fear or love? You stand there, all nobility and honor. You don’t think I see you looking at my little sister? Don’t think I know what you want? I don’t care. You can have her. She can be Queen of the savages and dine on the finest bloody horseparts, and you can dine on whichever parts of her you like. But let me go.