— I'll never see it again.
— A lot can happen between now and never.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
— When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike even our father couldn't tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock, and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.
— You were Robert's queen.
— And you will be Joffrey's. Enjoy.
— What are you doing?
— Praying.
— You're perfect, aren't you? Praying. What are you praying for?
— For the gods to have mercy on us all.
— Oh. On all of us?
— Yes, Your Grace.
— Even me?
— Of course, Your Grace.
— Even Joffrey?
— Joffrey is my...
— Oh, shut up, you little fool. Praying to the gods to have mercy on us all. The gods have no mercy. That's why they're gods. My father told me that when he caught me praying. My mother had just died, you see. I didn't really understand the concept of death, the finality of it. I thought that if I prayed very, very hard, the gods would return my mother to me.
— Every time I'm faced with a decision, I close my eyes and see the same picture. Whenever I consider an action, I ask myself will this action help to make this picture a reality? Pull it out of my mind and into the world? And I only act if the answer is yes. A picture of me on the Iron Throne and you by my side.
— It's a pretty picture.
— You’re awful.
— I’m honest. It’s the world that’s awful.
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