I knew what I was doing was against the rules. But he was smiling so I knew it wasn't wrong. The rules were wrong.
— How did a mad fucker like you live this long?
— I'm good at killing people.
— I am a queen, not a butcher.
— All rulers are either butchers or meat.
— I'll gladly give my life.
— I don't want you to be glad about it. I want you to curse and fight until your heart's done pumping. And know this, boy. Your death will be a gift for them south of the Wall. They'll never know what you've done. They'll never know how you died. They won't even know your damn name. But they'll be alive because some nameless bastard north of the Wall gave his life for theirs.
A ruler who kills those devoted to her is not a ruler who inspires devotion.
If you acquire a reputation as a mad dog, you'll be treated as a mad dog. Taken out back and slaughtered for pig feed.
I never thought that dragons would exist again. No one did. The people who follow you know that you made something impossible happen. Maybe that helps them believe that you can make other impossible things happen. Build a world that's different from the shit one they've always known. But if you use them to melt castles and burn cities, you're not different. You're just more of the same.
Only a fool makes threats he's not prepared to carry out.
— Honor made you leave, honor brought you back.
— My friends brought me back.
— I didn't say it was your honor.