A declining proposal?
All the while contemplating the choices you've made.
And a true friend to the crown.
And I'm in bed, and I stare at the canopy and imagine ways of killing my enemies.
And we both know gold wins wars.
And you will be here watching what she does.
Bron.
But House Tyrell is in open rebellion against the crown.
Good.
He chose to murder my daughter.
He killed our father.
How to destroy a laria? Sound the woman who murdered my only daughter.
I don't care why you did what you did. I only care what it cost us.
I heard.
I shouldn't have listened to you.
I thought about having cigar crush your skull the way he did over and would be poetic, I suppose, but fast. Too fast.
I thought about having him crush your daughter's skull. She's so beautiful.
I understand we're in a war for survival. I understand whoever loses dies.
I understand whoever wins could launch a dynasty that lasts 1000 years.
I want you to know I understand.
I'm the queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
If anything goes wrong, kill the silver haired bitch first.
If the Mad King's daughter takes the Iron Throne, she'll destroy the realm as we know it.
If you refuse to eat the whole food down your throat.
It is my solemn duty to protect the people and I will, but I need your help, my Lords.
It's what we've been waiting for our whole lives.
My debt will be paid in full.
Ned Stark's bastard has been named King in the north, and that murdering horse Sound stands beside him.
Never betray me again.
Oh, poor little man.
Sit down or leave.
So what do we do?
Some of you are bannermen of House Tyrell.
Sort of. This lovely face cracking open like a duck egg. No, it's just not right.
The rest of them you can kill in any order you see fit.
Then our brother, then the bastard who calls himself King.
Then there is nothing left to discuss.
There's nothing to say.
We must stand together, all of us. If we hope to stop her.
What are you doing?
What are you talking about?
What do you want in return?
Why are you here?
Why did you do that?
Why?
With their help, the Mad King's daughter has ferried an army of savages to our shores. Mindless, unsullied soldiers who will destroy your castles and your holdfasts, Dothraki heathens who will burn...
You faded me.
You murdered your own brother.
You will live to watch your daughter Ronda, to watch that beautiful face collapse to bone and dust.
You will remember the mad King. You remember the horrors he inflicted upon his people. His daughter is no different in Essos. Her brutality is already legendary. She crucified hundreds of noblemen ...
You'll be here the rest of your days.
You're angry with me.
You're not trustworthy.
You've been quiet.
You've broken promises to allies before and murdered them at the nearest opportunity.
You've proven yourself the greatest captain on the 14 seas.
Your daughter will die here in this cell.
