“Are you a maid, Penny?" She blushed. "Yes. Of course. Who would have –""Stay that way. Love is madness, and lust is poison.”

“Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.”

“Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?”“Everyone wants to be loved.”“I see flowering hasn’t made you any brighter,” said Cersei. “Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.”

“I loved a maid fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair.”

“Her name is Brienne," Jaime said. "Brienne, the maid of Tarth. You are still maiden, I hope?"Her broad homely face turned red. "Yes.""Oh, good," Jaime said. "I only rescue maidens.”

“And the mystery knight should defeat all challengers and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty.”

“The truth is, I wanted to watch you for a time before pledging you my sword. To make certain that you were not...""...my father's daughter?" If she was not her father's daughter, who was she?"...mad," he finished. "But I see no taint in you.""Taint?" Dany bristled."I am no maester to quote history at you, Your Grace. Swords have been my life, not books. But every child knows that the Targaryens have always danced too close to madness. Your father was not the first. King Jaehaerys once told me that madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, he said, the gods toss a coin in the air and the world holds its to see how it will land.”