I can't remember a queen who was better loved than my granddaughter. The common people loved her. The nobles loved her.
Obara. You look like an angry little boy. Don't presume to tell me what I need
You murder your own prince, but you expect me to trust you?
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