"If this doesn't count as giving offense, what would? What's more, even after submitting to the Iron Throne, you rose in rebellion time and again, without the slightest regard for its dignity."
"Now that I am the new lord of the Seven Kingdoms, the ruler of the Iron Throne, why should I let you remain when you bring nothing but harm to the common people of Westeros?"
Asha did not avert her gaze from Viserys. She lifted her face, tugging at the wound on the back of her neck and making her breathing even shallower, but she still stared hard at him, her eyes full of anger and her lips pressed into a thin line.
Viserys took a few steps forward and stopped two paces from her, looking down at her small frame. Daenerys stood behind him, holding the dark cloak Margaery had given her. Her gaze flicked between her brother and Asha, but in the end, she said nothing.
"Your father, Balon Greyjoy, burned Lannisport and raided House Stark's coast when he raised his rebellion in the Iron Islands. But the people he killed were all subjects of the Iron Throne too."
Viserys continued, though his voice was now as cold as a machine. "Those Ironborn were just like you are now. They never asked themselves why people despised them. They only wanted to know why others refused to sit back and wait to die, or why anyone would strike back at them."
Asha's fingertips moved again, as though she wanted to grasp something, but she merely pressed them against the side of her leg. Her throat worked, and only after several breaths did she say hoarsely, "So you wiped out the entire Iron Islands over that?"
Viserys did not deny it, but neither did he answer immediately. He