The Many-Faced God stole a few more from me. But I'm glad he left me you
I remember you, standing on that platform with Joffrey and Cersei when they dragged father to the block. I remember the pretty dress you were wearing. I remember the fancy way you did your hair
I was never going to be as good a lady as you. So I had to be something else. I never could have survived what you survived
Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman pregnant with her babe. Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. But you didn't slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no, that was your mistake.
