I've never intended to stay here, Lady Daenerys. The plants I am growing are one and the same, with my ideals. Carefully and boldly as I've chosen what seeds to blossom, I've chosen my words and actions as a diplomat. They both may yet thrive in this harsh environment, without my care. [he looks to the rose bush he'd grown to bar them from the street, plucking a few more roses and beginning to stack them in the crook of an arm, piling up a bouquet as he speaks]

It is the responsibility of the locals, to see their value and cultivate what I've sprouted. If they are unwilling, then the ideas I've brought will wither as much as my flowers will.

[he bundles the roses and ties them with a ribbon at their stems, covering the thorns with a few layers of the fabric, so they do not poke through]

Change is most lasting when it is not forced, but inspired. [he bows his head and offers the bouquet forward with both hands. That should be more befitting of a Queen]