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
Your brothers gone. The High Sparrow saw to that. The rest of your family have abandoned you. The people despise you. Youre surrounded by enemies, 1000s of them
It's a rare enough thing, a man who lives up to his reputation