When I Sleep I Turn Into A

Let Him Grow Taller,she Asked The Gods.let Him Know Sixteen, And Twenty, And Fifty. Let Him Grow As Tall As His Father, And Hold His Own Son In His Arms. Please, Please, Please.

Trust Is Earned. Like Gold.

The Morning Air Was Dark With The Smoke Of Burning Gods.

She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

Robert Wanted To Be Loved. My Brother Tyrion Has The Same Disease. Do You Want To Be Loved, Sansa?” “everyone Wants To Be Loved.” “i See Flowering Hasn’t Made You Any Brighter,” Said Cersei. “sansa, Permit Me To Share A Bit Of Womanly Wisdom With You On This Very Special Day. Love Is Poison. A Sweet Poison, Yes, But It Will Kill You All The Same.