Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.

It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown...it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe... and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown?

His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.

I want to make my kingdom beautiful, to fill it with fat men and pretty maids and laughing children. I want my people to smile when they see me ride by, the way Viserys said they smiled for my father. (Daenerys)

Men are mad and gods are madder, she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement.

I don't want to be a queen. I want to be the queen.

He had found over the years that silence sometimes yielded more than questions. And so it was this time.