The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.
Tywin was our sun.
He rose. Inevitably. In all his golden glory.
He carried us, this son of Lannister. High into the heavens, where dragons flew. Because of me. Because I would accept nothing less. Because he loved me.
I made him my husband.
Let us speak of the dawn of days, when our sun was rising.
Before we knew that a rising sun must fall just as far.
Before the great lions of the western hills were slain.