— I am a queen, not a butcher.
— All rulers are either butchers or meat.
— Perhaps they didn't want to be conquered.
— You didn't conquer them. You liberated them.
— People learn to loνe their chains.
— You told me yourself I can't fight enemies within and without. So when enemies without come knocking, I need the city of Meereen behind me. I have no choice.
— Everyone has a choice. Even slaves have a choice, death or slavery.
— So what else can I do, hmm?
— Marry me instead.
— Even if I wanted to do such an inadvisable thing, I couldn't.
— Why not?
— You are queen. You can do what you like.
— No, I can't.
— Then you are the only person in Meereen who's not free.
— I can't have children.
— Who told you that?
— The witch who murdered my husband.
— Has it occurred to you she might not have been a reliable source of information?
— You freed your brother. You committed treason.
— I freed my brother. And you slaughtered a city.
— The Yunkish are a proud people. They will not bend.
— And what happens to things that don't bend?
— A pile of mud. Mud and shit and twigs. Best these savages can do.
— These are my peopIe now. You shouldn't call them savages.
You're both here to advise me. I value your advice, but if you ever question me in front of strangers again, you'll be advising someone else.
— Did you really think we would serve you?
— You're not going to serve. You're going to die.
You can say nothing. To anyone, ever. Never tell them who you really are. Swear your brother and Samwell Tarly to secrecy, and tell no one else. Or it will take on a life of its own
and you won't be able to control it or what it does to people. No matter how many times you bend the knee, no matter what you swear.