In Eddard’s quarters, Cersei enters.
Jory Cassel: My Lord, Her Grace the Queen.
Eddard Stark: Your Grace.
Cersei Baratheon: You’re missing your tournament.
Eddard Stark: Putting my name on it doesn’t make it mine.
Cersei Baratheon: I thought we might put what happened on the Kingsroad behind us – the ugliness with the wolves. And forcing you to kill the beast was extreme. Though sometimes we go to extremes where our children are concerned. How is Sansa?
Eddard Stark: She likes it here.
Cersei Baratheon: The only Stark who does. Favors her mother, not much of the north in her.
Eddard Stark: What are you doing here?
Cersei Baratheon: I might ask the same of you. What is it you hope to accomplish?
Eddard Stark: The King called on me to serve him and the realm, and that’s what I’ll do until he tells me otherwise.
Cersei Baratheon: You can’t change him. You can’t help him. He’ll do what he wants, which is all he’s ever done. You’ll try your best to pick up the pieces.
Eddard Stark: If that’s my job, then so be it.
Cersei Baratheon: You’re just a soldier, aren’t you? You take your orders and you carry on. I suppose it makes sense. Your older brother was trained to lead and you were trained to follow.
Eddard Stark: I was also trained to kill my enemies, Your Grace.
Cersei Baratheon: As was I.