You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles.
I never wanted a crown, but if that’s my fate, I’ll accept it. I’ll learn to wear it. But you need to know something. I’m not Francis. My duty will never be to some country, some land, some throne. If I’m married to you, you’ll be my family. I’ll be in it for you and only you.
I was somebody before I came in here. I was somebody with a life that I chose for myself and now, now it’s just about getting through the day without crying. And I’m scared. I’m still scared. I’m scared that I’m not myself in here and I’m scared that I am. Other people aren’t the scariest part of prison, it’s coming face-to-face with who you really are. Because once you’re behind these walls there’s nowhere to run. The truth catches up with you in here and it’s the truth that’s going to make you her bitch.