"Look what you've done. My sister put a lot of effort into making this surcoat," the man said with a fierce scowl, his voice a near growl. "She warned me not to trust you, southerners. You want to offer someone an olive branch, yet they choose violence instead." For a short moment, Cersei wondered what an olive branch had to do with anything. "I shouldn't have bothered coming here at all. It turns out sweet Sansa was right. You and your zombie knight have forced my hand."