I want you to share my tent. I want you to pour my wine, laugh at my jokes, rub my legs when they are sore after a day's ride.
Cut off his manhood and feed it to the goats
I don't imagine thinking about that subject will leave you any happier than before.
I am not your ruler. I'm not the Breaker of Chains. I'm not the Unburnt. And I am certainly not the Mother of Dragons