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
Threaten? As in "I'm going to open your lord from balls to brains and see what Starks are made of"?
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
Cersei once called me "the stupidest Lannister."