I don't sleep very well, not at all really, I lie in bed and I stare at the canopy, and imagine ways of killing my enemies. How to destroy Ellaria Sand, the woman who murdered my only daughter
Too often the wicked are the wealthiest, beyond the reach of justice
If you ever call me sister again, I'll have you strangled in your sleep
I thought if I could make something so good, so pure... maybe I'm not a monster