The only way to keep the small folk loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy
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
You will live to watch your daughter rot, to watch that beautiful face collapse, to bone and dust
When the winter comes, the seven Gods together couldn't save you and your royal army