"When my dragons are born, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me! We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground!"
“Oh, gods,” an old woman wailed. “We’re lost, the battle’s lost, she’s running.” Several children were crying. They can smell the fear. Sansa found herself alone on the dais. Should she stay here, or run after the queen and plead for her life? She never knew why she got to her feet, but she did. “Don’t be afraid,” she told them loudly.