I can't remember a queen who was better loved than my granddaughter. The common people loved her. The nobles loved her.
I'm leaving this wretched city as fast as I can before that shoeless zealot throws me into one of his cells
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
You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you?