Congratulations. Had I a drink, I'd toast to your future success.

[there may not be a crown, but it's the title which will stick in Cersei's craw. she won't like the thought of a reunified North with Jon as its king. and that's one of the few joys in wearing a crown, getting others to do what you want done.

she observes his hand. it's a swordsman's hand. Margaery's own hands are beginning to show similar scars. but she thinks of both his and hers as things to be proud of, that you've fought and you've prevailed]

Who in their right mind would want Cersei after what she did? She killed hundreds at the Sept. She as good as killed her own son. Her path leads only into greater darkness and despair. [she furrows her brows slightly] But what is this Army of the Dead you speak of?

Girls can fight just as well as any boy. My time here has taught me that. The current generation of lords will protest, but in time it will become commonplace. But why were you seeking Daenerys' help? As an ally against Cersei?

I plan to go to Earth. There's a man who left me behind here and I would go and find him.

[she would indeed kill Cersei, but she knows that her place is no longer in Westeros.

She flips hers as well. She has a queen and a nine]