You who stand before me will be stripped of your clothes, stripped of your land and titles, stripped of your dignity. You will bend the knee and be to stroke for the queen. Pump for the rightful heir to the iron throne. Plead, beg and sob while you tug on your pathetic jerk sticks for me.

You who didn’t believe in me, who refused to bend the knee and wished for my failure, you will believe now.

But now it is too late for you.

Now you must come to an end.

Valar Morghulis