— 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.
Human beings in a mob.
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer
who don't believe in anything?
When you kill a king, you don't stab him in the dark. You kill him where the whole court can watch him die.
That kings have a need of their subjects no less than their subjects have need of kings. A dangerous idea.
We don't have any kings in Neverland. Just me.
A man living alone is a king of sorts. Unfortunately, his kingdom is small, with very few comforts.
— I am not my father.
— No.
— Then why do they judge me so?
— I'm not sure I'm the person to ask.
— I am asking you, Merlin, man to man.
— Well, perhaps they feel you're worthy enough to BE judged.
— What do you mean by that?
— Judgment is wasted on a man who won't listen.
— You think I should take them seriously.
— I think you already have.
— You are all alone, Sire.
— I am the King.