I never got to have a mother, but Myrcella did, she was mine, and you took her from me
I'm sorry your marriage to Ned Stark didn't work out. You seemed so good together
You left us open. You laid us bare for the vultures, and the vultures came and tore us apart
I killed your High Sparrow and all his little sparrows. All his septons, all his septas, all his filthy soldiers, because it felt good to watch them burn