She felt like a fierce woodland creature, a volchitsa in truth, a little wolfling. {♖}

You need her, as she needs you.

They have made me a Lannister

Ask your sister if you ever see her again

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…The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

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I don’t want any Lannister, she wanted to say. I want Willas, I want Highgarden and the puppies and the barge, and sons named Eddard and Bran and Rickon. But then she remembered what Dontos had told her in the godswood. Tyrell or Lannister, it makes no matter, it’s not me they want, only my claim. You are kind, my lord, she said, defeated. I am a ward of the throne and my duty is to marry as the king commands.

“It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night.”