I'm sorry your marriage to Ned Stark didn't work out. You seemed so good together
One day I pray you love someone, I pray you love her so much, when you close your eyes, you see her face
He should be with his grandfather, his brother, his sister. Burn him and bury his ashes where the sept once stood
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