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
Forgive me. Sometimes the true path is hard to find
I love my brother. I will always love my brother. His soul is pure and perfect. His sins don't erase that purity, they only obscure it
What's the proper way to address you now? Queen Mother or dowager queen?