Your dragons will bring the world nothing but death and misery, my dear.

I did not leave the comfort of my home to come to yours and be called a thief.

and to the sword I shoved in his back.

I led my people out of the Red Waste and into the slaughterhouse.

That was my brother's doing, I seem to recall.

my royal husband would flee to the trees with his huntsmen and his hounds.

lt was my choice to say the words.

I couldn't bring myself to go and sit with my family at a table so far on the edge of the feast

I had Grand Maester Pycelle, an army of midwives, and I had my brother.

"And I didn't want to want it, but oh, I did!

I cannot let this thing happen to you under my roof.

I was a little boy when I was torn away from my home and brought here.

That's right. I ran up and volunteered. "Let me, my lord. Let me."

I took you under my protection in front of the rulers of my city.

Since I decided that I can't stand to look at any of my handmaidens for another instant.

I could show you the streams to fish, the woods to hunt.

I will open Qarth to the world as I have forced it to open itself to me.

A man tried to kill me. I want his name and I want his head.

I want the wounded men to be treated well,

I will take you to the House of the Undying where I have put them.