A monologue from the tv series written by David Benioff & D.B. Weiss
(S7 – E3)
I want you to know I understand, Even though we’re enemies, you and I, I understand the fury that drives you.
I was there that day when Ser Gregor crushed your lover’s head. If I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of Oberyn’s skull breaking.
The sound of your scream. I never heard a sound like that. I thought, “That’s true love”.
Oberyn looked beautiful that day. He really did. No one moved like him. No one had such skill with his spear.
Even Ser Gregor couldn’t stop him. If only he hadn’t taunted him. He could have walked away and left poor Ser Gregor to die.
But that wasn’t your lover’s way, was it? Now he’s buried somewhere, and here’s Ser Gregor stronger than ever.
That must be difficult for you. When my daughter was taken from me, my only daughter… well you can’t imagine how that feels unless you’ve lost a child.
I fed her at my own breast even though they told me to give her to the wet nurse. I couldn’t bear to see her in another woman’s arms.
I never got to have a mother, but Myrcella did. She was mine and you took her from me. Why did you do that?…Doesn’t matter now.
Your daughter is a beauty too. Those brown eyes. Those lips. Perfect Dornish beauty. I imagine she’s your favorite.
I know, I know, we’re not supposed to have favorites, but still we’re only human. We love whom we love.
(Ellaria starts gagging) I’m sorry, I can’t understand you, that gag makes it impossible to understand what you’re saying, it must be frustrating.
We all make our choices. You chose to murder my daughter. You must have felt powerful after you made that choice.
Do you feel powerful now?
I don’t sleep very well, not at all really. I lie in bed and stare at the canopy and imagine ways of killing my enemies.
How to destroy Ellaria Sand, the woman who murdered my only daughter.
I thought about having Ser Gregor crush your skull the way he did Oberyn’s. It would be poetic I suppose, but fast, too fast.
I thought about having him crush your daughter’s skull. She’s so beautiful. The thought of this lovely face cracking open like a duck egg, no, it’s just not right.
Qyburn here is the cleverest man I know. Clever enough to learn what poison you used to murder Myrcella.
The Long Goodbye, was that it? The Long Farewell. That’s the one.
Your daughter will die here in this cell and you’ll be here watching as she does, you’ll be here the rest of your days.
You will live to watch your daughter rot, to watch that beautiful face collapse to bone and dust all the while contemplating the choices you’ve made.