You've lost, Cersei. It's the only joy I can find in all this misery
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
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
Your brothers gone. The High Sparrow saw to that. The rest of your family have abandoned you. The people despise you. Youre surrounded by enemies, 1000s of them
