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
We all make our choices. You chose to murder my daughter. You must have felt powerful after you made that choice. Do you feel powerful now?
Sooner or later, Cersei always gets what she wants
I will not kneel before some barefooted commoner and beg his forgiveness