Swear this to me Varys, if you ever think I'm failing the people, you won't conspire behind my back. You'll look me in the eye as you have done today, and you'll tell me how I'm failing them
Will you ride the wooden horses across the black salt sea? Will you kill my enemies in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses?
When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut off their braid, so the whole world can see their shame.
We are going to destroy the Night King and his army, and we will do it together, you have my word