I can't remember a queen who was better loved than my granddaughter. The common people loved her. The nobles loved her.
You're not in your sanctuary now, my dear. All I have to do is whistle and my men will stroll in here and bash you about until I tell them to stop
I'd hate to die like your son, clawing at my neck, foam and bile spilling from my mouth, eyes bloodred, skin purple. Must have been horrible for you as a kingsguard, as a father. It was horrible for me, a shocking scene. Not at all what I intended
Cersei stole the future from me. She killed my son. She killed my grandson. She killed my granddaughter