He was all I had once. Before Myrcella was born. I used to spend hours looking at him. His wisps of hair, his tiny little hands and feet. He was such a jolly little fellow. You always hear the terrible ones were terrible babies. ‘We should have known, even then we should have known.’
It’s nonsense. Whenever he was with me, he was happy. And no one can take that away from me. Not even Joffrey.
Kindness is not a habit with us Lannisters.
I always hoped he’d be like Jaime. He looks like him, in a certain light.
I will teach them what it means to put a lion in a cage. (201 & 301)
And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.