"Where television is fantastic, and is way ahead of film, is it doesn’t feel the need to polarize women so much. Male writers often wanna make a woman either the angel or the whore. Make her the witch or put her on a pedestal. They’re not mutually exclusive. You don’t have to be practical, politically savvy, and not be a good person. You can be a good human being and be shrewd. They’re not two separate things. We are as complex and contradictory as the men." - Natalie Dormer


"You sold my secrets to the men who killed my father and stole my brother’s throne."

"I protected you. I fought for you. Killed for you. I have loved you. Daenerys, please, hear me…"

She slapped his hand away. “Do not ever presume to touch me again, or to speak my name. You have until dawn to collect your things and leave this city. If you’re found in Meereen past break of day, I will have Strong Belwas twist your head off. I will. Believe that.” She turned her back on him, her skirts swirling. I cannot bear to see his face. “Remove this liar from my sight,” she commanded. I must not weep. I must not. If I weep I will forgive him. Strong Belwas seized Ser Jorah by the arm and dragged him out. When Dany glanced back, the knight was walking as if drunk, stumbling and slow. She looked away until she heard the doors open and close. Then she sank back onto the ebony bench. He’s gone, then. My father and my mother, my brothers, Ser Willem Darry, Drogo who was my sun-and-stars, his son who died inside me, and now Ser Jorah…


I am Oberyn Martell, a Prince of Dorne. Princess Elia was my sister, Princess Elia of Dorne.

You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children.

I came to hear you confess. Now S A Y   H E R   N A M E.