We should prepare for war, not a wedding.

It’s not a war you’re aiming for, but a crusade.

The king has no friends. Only subjects and enemies.

Learn to hold your tongue. Perhaps you’ll be heard.

The queen prefers dishonor to war.

Be brief. My time is not my own.

I have traveled from afar but I need no lesson in manners.

I can’t teach you how to live so I’ll teach you how to die.

You can’t make your own justice. That right belongs to me and me alone.

I don’t judge statues, I judge men.

He who is born noble must lead a worthy life.

You are here but I feel your mind is elsewhere.

I read the fear of losing me in your eyes

If your love for me means your death, I do not want to live another day!

You must forget me and you must forget this love.

From now on, we are all linked by a secret.

To combat one’s enemy, one must know him well.

Have courage, but please be careful.

The wind changes every day, I change every second.

Oh, you drink like someone who has something to forget.

Is the Queen in danger?

There’s a spark in your eyes and from that spark, I’ll light a blaze to devour you.

Marriage is a war without a victor.

We will strike the kingdom at its heart.

his question is an echo of the very fear she harbors within her heart, but to the face of her youngest son, alicent offers a reassuring smile as a gentle hand is raised to rest against his cheek. she must fight the urge to sweep him into her arms and hold him in a tight hug. she is not sending him to the very ends of westeros (though it feels like it). he will be with her family in oldtown and he will be loved and guided by her kin. this wardship is for his future and it is her hand that has brought it into being. she cannot afford to have second thoughts now. she will miss her youngest son more than she could ever put into words but she must sacrifice the joy she takes in his presence by sending him away for the sake of his future. as the youngest of her sons, he is like to be overlooked by his father for preferment and privileges but in oldtown, he will be feted and who better to guide her son in learning the ways of the realm than her kin? 

 ❝ i am not banishing you to the remotest parts of essos, dearest. ❞ alicent admonishes with a gentle smile.  ❝ you will not be lost to us nor will i be lost to you simply because you are away in the reach. you may visit for your siblings' namedays if you wish or perhaps i will come and visit you. ❞ the latter suggestion makes her heart clench with dismay for she knows it can never be, at least not in their present circumstances. her absence would create a dangerous vacuum at court which her enemies, their enemies, would be only too pleased to use to their advantage. 

 ❝ our parting is not forever, daeron, and in the meantime, until we see each other again, we can send many ravens! i will keep you apprised of all that happens here and i expect you to keep me informed of how you are and how you like oldtown and our kin. you may not have seen the city before but remember, it is from where your grandsire and i come from. you are a targaryen but you also have hightower blood in your veins and for any that have even a drop of such blood within them, oldtown will feel like home before you know it. ❞ how she misses oldtown, a city where even the fragrant air itself is a balm to the heart.