He should be weeping with joy to know that his foolish sister hasn't found herself in the dungeons.
⟪ How incredibly tempting it would be, to show the little dove just what it is like to be truly caged. Her sweet, pretty ways would do her no good in her late father's cell. The sharp fury hides her greater troubles, though, for she cannot deny that her twin is right: anything that befalls the girl will no doubt befall Jaime in turn as soon as the news reaches the Starks. Even so petty a pleasure as locking the girl in a cell for a day or, better, a fortnight would not be taken kindly, and considering how a period spent in the belly of the Keep seems to have cost Ned Stark's head, they would be foolish to assume she means for Sansa to live.
This troubles her even now, for she fancies Sansa in King's Landing, but without a watchful eye, she could easily rob Joffrey of the very last of his patience. Her son's handling of traitors, while admirable, are far from politically sound, and they would not factor in his uncle's safety.
Still, she huffs at his laugh and she huffs when he comments on her other son, the youngest, the sweetest and the softest. He should wish to tamper that soft-heartedness out of him, there is no place for it in battle or in ruling, but she knows he sees no harm in a boy frolicking with dogs and fawns and horses and all else there is to see, so long as he retains a steady interest in swords and tales of knights. Her displeasure, however, does not stop her from intervening once he sets the weights aside, familiar as she is with his restless hands. With her own, she touches his forearms, a gesture that could be gentle were she not clawed as any animal, and rarely fond of showing softness, gentle touches, where others could see them. ⟫
I should like to sup on a feast of blood just as well as you do, dear brother. Unfortunately, the rest of the world just so happens to outnumber you. ⟪ If she claims to have said it merely a thousand times, then only because she stopped counting. They do not need the rest of the world, but the rest of the world would not see them leave quietly –
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⟪ How incredibly tempting it would be, to show the little dove just what it is like to be truly caged. Her sweet, pretty ways would do her no good in her late father's cell. The sharp fury hides her greater troubles, though, for she cannot deny that her twin is right: anything that befalls the girl will no doubt befall Jaime in turn as soon as the news reaches the Starks. Even so petty a pleasure as locking the girl in a cell for a day or, better, a fortnight would not be taken kindly, and considering how a period spent in the belly of the Keep seems to have cost Ned Stark's head, they would be foolish to assume she means for Sansa to live.
This troubles her even now, for she fancies Sansa in King's Landing, but without a watchful eye, she could easily rob Joffrey of the very last of his patience. Her son's handling of traitors, while admirable, are far from politically sound, and they would not factor in his uncle's safety.
Still, she huffs at his laugh and she huffs when he comments on her other son, the youngest, the sweetest and the softest. He should wish to tamper that soft-heartedness out of him, there is no place for it in battle or in ruling, but she knows he sees no harm in a boy frolicking with dogs and fawns and horses and all else there is to see, so long as he retains a steady interest in swords and tales of knights. Her displeasure, however, does not stop her from intervening once he sets the weights aside, familiar as she is with his restless hands. With her own, she touches his forearms, a gesture that could be gentle were she not clawed as any animal, and rarely fond of showing softness, gentle touches, where others could see them. ⟫
I should like to sup on a feast of blood just as well as you do, dear brother. Unfortunately, the rest of the world just so happens to outnumber you. ⟪ If she claims to have said it merely a thousand times, then only because she stopped counting. They do not need the rest of the world, but the rest of the world would not see them leave quietly –
And leave for what? A life in exile? ⟫