The sun was gone, and the sky was full of stars. So many. She leaned her back against a fluted pillar and wondered if her brother was looking at the same stars tonight, wherever he might be. Do you see the white one, Quentyn? That is Nymeria’s star, burning bright, and that milky band behind her, those are ten thousand ships. She burned as bright as any man, and so shall I.
Varys:Aheh heh heh, well…I will not be blackmailed by some ineffectual, privileged, effete, soft-penised debutante. You want to start a street fight with me, bring it on, but you’re gonna be surprised by how ugly it gets. You don’t even know my real name…I’m the f@$ing Lizard King.