This is what ruling is, lying on a bed of weeds, ripping them out by the root, one by one, before they strangle you in your sleep
I never got to have a mother, but Myrcella did, she was mine, and you took her from me
I don't sleep very well, not at all really, I lie in bed and I stare at the canopy, and imagine ways of killing my enemies. How to destroy Ellaria Sand, the woman who murdered my only daughter
My brother is worth a Thousand of your friend