Hear this, my lord. Do not think to wed again. Take care of the whelps my mother gave you, my half brother and half-sister. See that they want for nothing. Do that, and I will let you be. If I should hear even a whisper of your taking some other poor maid to wife, I will make another Harrenhal of Storm’s End, with you and her inside it. * Rogar Baratheon never wed again. She is mad, Does she think to frighten me? Me? I did not fear the wroth of Maegor the Cruel, should I fear hers?