The Dornishman’s wife was as fair as the sun,
and her kisses were warmer than spring.
But the Dornishman’s blade was made of black steel,
and its kisses were a terrible thing.
The Dornishman’s wife would sing as she bathed,
in a voice that was sweet as a peach.
But…
Valar morghulis…
Valar morghulis…
Most badass version of “Doesn’t matter, had sex” EVER.