I’ve been up in the air, out of my head, stuck in a moment of emotion I destroyed. Is this the end I feel? Up in the air, fucked up on life. All of the laws I’ve broken, loves that I’ve sacrificed. I’ve been up in the air, lost in the night. I wouldn’t trade an eye for your lies, your lust for my life. Is this the end?
People everywhere have their differences. In some places, the highborn frown upon those of low birth. In other places, the rape and murder of women and children is considered distasteful. What a fortunate thing for you, former Queen Regent, that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place.