It’s done, your grace. The Targaryens are gone.
Not all of them.
When your brother, Rhaegar, lead his army into battle at the Trident, men died for him because they believed in him, because they loved him.
All those hard sons of bitches chose him as their leader because they believe in him.
Rhaegar fought valiantly. Rhaegar fought nobly. And Rhaegar died.
I fought, and I lost. I failed.
Good. Now go fail again.
Those things you don’t believe in, he faced those things, he fought those things for the good of his people. He risked his life for them. He took a knife in the heart for them.
He’s my king. From this day, until his last day.