Roses are boring dear
I'd hate to die like your son, clawing at my neck, foam and bile spilling from my mouth, eyes bloodred, skin purple. Must have been horrible for you as a kingsguard, as a father. It was horrible for me, a shocking scene. Not at all what I intended
I can't remember a queen who was better loved than my granddaughter. The common people loved her. The nobles loved her.
It's a rare enough thing, a man who lives up to his reputation
