You've lost, Cersei. It's the only joy I can find in all this misery
You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you?
I'm leaving this wretched city as fast as I can before that shoeless zealot throws me into one of his cells
You're not in your sanctuary now, my dear. All I have to do is whistle and my men will stroll in here and bash you about until I tell them to stop