Stark was meant for the Wall. He agreed to it, even, when I visited him in the dungeons.
βͺ How ironic it is now that they are here, two chained lions. It is a neat little plan: the traitor sent to serve at the Wall, losing his right to land, title, and family, but keeping his life, what would be left of his honour. If there had been a war at all, it would have been less fuelled by the rankled fury of wolves.
Her brother, of course, mourns what he cannot have. What cannot be given, anyway, not now that it would rob her children of everything, and she instinctively knows that, had he been the one to hear Stark's offer β exile, with her and the children and their children β he would have taken it. He would have made her a grand speech of how he would slay every one of the assassins meant to snuff out the realm's shame.
Yet it has been too long, she has bled too much for the title she was owed. She would not leave her children with nothing. β«
I told you Tommen did his weeping. It was worse than when Joffrey gutted his fawn. βͺ It is not like any of the children knew, or could even so much as guess. She has other suspicions as well: Myrcella is quick to weep, too, a sweet girl that she is, but she is not fool enough to do so for all to see.
The truth remains, however, that this β the nature of their children's parentageΒ β is for none but her to know, for her and for him, and curse Tyrion for intruding on that intimacy, as he intrudes on all else of her life. β« I thought his false little joust might rouse him, but I suppose it will have been Tyrion's arrival that does the trick. The boy is too young to know that his promises are worth less than dirt.
βͺ So pitiful a moment it had been, when their youngest brother's promises were all she had to cling to for hope of her twin's safe return. β«
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βͺ How ironic it is now that they are here, two chained lions. It is a neat little plan: the traitor sent to serve at the Wall, losing his right to land, title, and family, but keeping his life, what would be left of his honour. If there had been a war at all, it would have been less fuelled by the rankled fury of wolves.
Her brother, of course, mourns what he cannot have. What cannot be given, anyway, not now that it would rob her children of everything, and she instinctively knows that, had he been the one to hear Stark's offer β exile, with her and the children and their children β he would have taken it. He would have made her a grand speech of how he would slay every one of the assassins meant to snuff out the realm's shame.
Yet it has been too long, she has bled too much for the title she was owed. She would not leave her children with nothing. β«
I told you Tommen did his weeping. It was worse than when Joffrey gutted his fawn. βͺ It is not like any of the children knew, or could even so much as guess. She has other suspicions as well: Myrcella is quick to weep, too, a sweet girl that she is, but she is not fool enough to do so for all to see.
The truth remains, however, that this β the nature of their children's parentageΒ β is for none but her to know, for her and for him, and curse Tyrion for intruding on that intimacy, as he intrudes on all else of her life. β« I thought his false little joust might rouse him, but I suppose it will have been Tyrion's arrival that does the trick. The boy is too young to know that his promises are worth less than dirt.
βͺ So pitiful a moment it had been, when their youngest brother's promises were all she had to cling to for hope of her twin's safe return. β«