They're Lords of some other mountain.
The Lords of Westeros are sheep.
But I need your help, my Lords.
He invited dozens of young Lords to Tarth.
Most of those Lords should consider themselves lucky.
Most of those Lords should consider themselνes lucky.
The wind Lords whirl around me.
Princes, Lords, Commoners all sang my praise.
Why did He not kill war Lords?
They called it the drink of the Lords.
So they agitate fief Lords secretly.
The other Lords won't be happy.
Sons of high Lords, sons of fishermen.
And who are the Lords of Maidenpool?
My Lords, my ladies, I give you.
My Lords, I have given up land, horses.
The Lords of Westeros despise her.
Silence, my Lords, please.
My Lords. Shall we begin?
And where were those Lords when Storm's End starved?
The Lords of Westeros want to burn the countryside.
The hack Lords mobile is totally tried and imperceptible.
It's all you Lords and ladies ever talk about.
It's all you Lords and ladies eνer talk about.
To all the Lords and knobble men of Westeros.