Transcrição (en)

My brother's worth a thousand of your friend. Your brother? Or your lover? Targaryens wed brothers and sisters for 300 years to keep bloodlines pure. Jaime and I are more than brother and sister. We shared a womb. Came into this world together, we belong together. My son saw you with him. Do you love your children? With all my heart? No more than I love mine. And they're all Jamie's. Thank the gods. In the rare event that Rob believes is whores for long enough to stumble drunk into my bed, I finish him off in other ways. In the morning, he doesn't remember. You've always hated him. Hated him? I worshipped him. Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him, but he was mine by oath. And when I finally saw him on our wedding day in the sect of Bela, lean and fierce and black-bearded, it was the happiest moment of my life. And that night he crawled on top of me stinking of wine and did what he did what little he could do And whispered in my ear Lyanna Your sister was a corpse and I was a living girl, and he loved her more than me. When the king returns from his hunt, I'll tell him the truth. You must be gone by then. You and your children. I will not have their blood on my hands. Go as far away as you can, with as many men as you can. Because wherever you go, Robert's Wroth will follow you. And what of my Wrothlord, Stark? You should have taken the realm for yourself. Jaime told me about the day King's Landing fell. He was sitting in the Iron Throne and you made him give it up. All you needed to do was climb the steps yourself. Such a sad mistake. I've made many mistakes in my life, but that wasn't one of them. Oh, but it was. When you play the Game of Thrones, you win, or you die. There is no middle ground.