I'm sorry your marriage to Ned Stark didn't work out. You seemed so good together
I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I cared enough to ask
I killed your High Sparrow and all his little sparrows. All his septons, all his septas, all his filthy soldiers, because it felt good to watch them burn
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