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
It felt good to imagine their shock and their pain. No thought has ever given me greater joy.
When the winter comes, the seven Gods together couldn't save you and your royal army
Your love doesn't matter, your feelings don't matter. I don't care why you did what you did. I only care what it costs us. It costs us our future