⟪ Nothing that can drive her to such a spot of anger as the suggestion that there is a question, that her children might have been truly inflicted with grief over Robert's loss. It comes on with such sudden force that she fails to give thought of what his thoughts might have mapped out otherwise. ⟫
Robert, of course.
⟪ Only once that has snapped, prim and sharp as a stiletto blade, green eyes ablaze with fresh insult, only then does she make any other possible connection. That he could have thought of himself as so readily forgone, and, worse, that her words now could be a confirmation that she must tear out like a weed. More so now than ever is there a risk in a too-close connection to the children that he fathered, anything that could suggest Joff's claim is untrue.
It is for the best, of course. Upon receiving the letter that spoke of her brother's fate, she had wept, and she had wished the pain upon all the world, the cruel knowledge that her soul would be ripped apart, half her life ended. And likewise, even with her own children, she had resented the notion that anyone could begin to understand this hell. No one had a connection like theirs, and no one could ever claim to know what it is like to lose something they cannot ever so much as dream of having. This, no, he is hers alone. ⟫
You know Tommen weeps for everything. He does not know that the Starks won't touch a hair upon your head, not so long as Sansa is our most honoured guest.
⟪ And could be made to suffer tenfold of whatever the Young Wolf might do to her twin, for all the good it will do her should he simply kill him outright. ⟫
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Robert, of course.
⟪ Only once that has snapped, prim and sharp as a stiletto blade, green eyes ablaze with fresh insult, only then does she make any other possible connection. That he could have thought of himself as so readily forgone, and, worse, that her words now could be a confirmation that she must tear out like a weed. More so now than ever is there a risk in a too-close connection to the children that he fathered, anything that could suggest Joff's claim is untrue.
It is for the best, of course. Upon receiving the letter that spoke of her brother's fate, she had wept, and she had wished the pain upon all the world, the cruel knowledge that her soul would be ripped apart, half her life ended. And likewise, even with her own children, she had resented the notion that anyone could begin to understand this hell. No one had a connection like theirs, and no one could ever claim to know what it is like to lose something they cannot ever so much as dream of having. This, no, he is hers alone. ⟫
You know Tommen weeps for everything. He does not know that the Starks won't touch a hair upon your head, not so long as Sansa is our most honoured guest.
⟪ And could be made to suffer tenfold of whatever the Young Wolf might do to her twin, for all the good it will do her should he simply kill him outright. ⟫