Jon Snow....

[jons spearwife]

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Sansa GoT:

Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes…

Jon Dance:

\"I will not hang him,\" said Jon. \"Bring him here.\"
\"Oh, Seven save us,\" he heard Bowen Marsh cry out.
The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, \"Edd, fetch me a block,\" and unsheathed Longclaw.
\"If you have any last words, now is the time to speak them,\" he said, expecting one last curse. Janos Slynt twisted his neck around to stare up at him.
\"Please, my lord. Mercy. I’ll… I’ll go, I will, I…\"
No, thought Jon. You closed that door. Longclaw descended.