You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you?
Spare me the homilies. I can smell a fraud from a mile away
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
You've lost, Cersei. It's the only joy I can find in all this misery
