For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

“My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summe…”

“– Ne légy ilyen gyerekes! – De hisz gyerekek vagyunk – jelentette ki Myrcella h…”

“How long has it been since you've eaten?My faith is all the nourishment I need.…”

“I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along…”