You’re right. I have no idea how you feel and you have no idea how I feel. But I promise you one thing, my lady. I won’t ever hurt you.
She had often daydreamed of how she would dance at her wedding, with every eye upon her and her handsome lord. In her dreams they had all been smiling.
→ A child no more…
Can we discuss the fact that the doll is all that she has left from her father, she can’t mourn him or speak about her memories of him. And now the last thing she had left of him, his name, her Stark name is taken from her, by Lannisters again. Only this doll remains.
There were prayers and vows and singing, and tall candles burning, a hundred dancing lights that the tears in her eyes transformed into a thousand.
“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.”
My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.