Loras rots in a cell because of you. The High Sparrow rules this city because of you. Our two ancient houses face collapse because of you, and your stupidity. You’re right, I made a terrible mistake. I carry it with me every single day. Good. I delivered an army of fanatics onto our doorstep. And now we must fight them together.
I waited, and so can he. I waited half my life. She had played the dutiful daughter, the blushing bride, the pliant wife. She had suffered Robert’s drunken groping, Jaime’s jealousy, Renly’s mockery, Varys with his titters, Stannis endlessly grinding his teeth. She had contended with Jon Arryn, Ned Stark, and her vile, treacherous, murderous dwarf brother, all the while promising herself that one day it would be her turn.
i know that somewhere upon the grass, her dragons hatched, and so did she. i know she is proud. how not? what else was left her but pride? i know she is strong. how not? the dothraki despise weakness. if daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with viserys. i know she is fierce. astapor, yunkai and meereen are proof enough of that. she has survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandalled feet.