Confess. Confess. Confess!
You will live to watch your daughter rot, to watch that beautiful face collapse, to bone and dust
He should be with his grandfather, his brother, his sister. Burn him and bury his ashes where the sept once stood
I was there that day, when Sir Gregor crushed your lover's head. If I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of Oberyn's skull breaking
