“We’re going to be sisters soon. We should be friends.”
Every man, woman and child put to the sword. I remember seeing their bodies hanging high above the gates of Casterly Rock. My father let them rot up there all summer. It was a long summer. And now the rains weep o’er their halls, and not a soul to hear.
You and I will never die.
It’s a dark embrace.
In the beginning was life, a dawning age.
Time to be alive.
Some flowers can be poisonous.
“Margaery was different, though. Sweet and gentle, yet there was a little of her grandmother in her, too. […] You may learn that some roses have steel thorns.”
I want to be the Queen
She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse.
the queen in the north, the queen of the seven kingdoms, the queen regent, the dragon queen