Viserys Targaryen: (after his sister Daenerys's heart ceremony) I'm the last hope of the dynasty, Mormont. The greatest dynasty this world has ever seen on my shoulders since I was five years old and no one has ever given me what they gave to her in that tent. Never. Not a piece of it. How can I carry what I need to carry without it? Hmm? Who can rule without wealth or fear or love?