[That sounds familiar enough. Enjolras purses his lips, an expression Sansa may be coming to recognise as his thinking-about-something-that-irks-him expression.]

By what right did these kings claim lordship over the people? In Europe, the continent where I lived, they claimed that God himself had chosen them and their heirs to be kings. [Can you hear the sarcasm? That's something Enjolras thinks is a steaming pile of horse shit.]