We must find Prince Oberyn before he kills somebody… or several somebodies.
I was jealous of Robb my whole life. The way my father looked at him, I wanted that. He was better than me at everything - fighting and hunting and riding. And girls. Gods, the girls loved him.
They are dragons, Khaleesi. They cannot be tamed. Not even by their mother.
We know who you are, we’ve heard all about you, but hearing is one thing.
If you like it so much you’re welcome to chop off your own hand and take it