One day she came back grinning her honey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covererd in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.
“She had lost her home, her place in the world, and everyone she had ever loved or trusted. Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come for them with a vengeance.”
“Dracarys! Dracarys!” And all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire.
I want to be the queen
Thwarting you has never been my primary ambition, I promise you…although who doesn’t like to see their friends fail now and then?
You’re so right. For instance, when I thwarted your plan to give Sansa Stark to the Tyrells. If I’m going to be honest, I did feel an unmistakable sense of enjoyment. But your confidant, the one who fed you information about my plans, the one you swore to protect…you didn’t bring her any enjoyment. And she didn’t bring me any enjoyment. She was a bad investment on my part. Luckily, I have a friend who wants to try something new…something daring…and he was so grateful to me for providing this “fresh experience”
I did what I did for the good of the realm—
The “realm”? Do you know what the “realm” is? It’s the thousand blades of Aegon’s enemies: a story we agreed to tell each other over and over till we forget that it’s a lie.
What do we have left once we’ve abandoned the lie? Chaos, a gaping pit waiting to swallow us all?
I’m something of an expert on the subject.
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but it’s just so perfect for their relationship, brienne grabs his fork with a sort of annoyance like, she doesn’t wholly want to admit that she’s grown fond of him, and jaime comes in real quiet and subtle,which i think is often his way of caring for people, which is probably something he learned a long time ago, that when he needed to care for tyrion and cersei he couldn’t be loud and he always needed to be gentle, because when he dealt with his family he was always walking a tightrope, jaime’s whole identity up to this point has been as the rock of his siblings who hate each other, hes stability and comfort to people who are sloppy and angry and scared and ready to pounce at any time, so taking care of brienne comes naturally to him in that way,