...grief Can Derange Even The Strongest And

Ofttimes A Very Small Man Can Cast A Very Large Shadow. Tyrion Smiled. Lord Varys, I Am Growing Strangely Fond Of You. I May Kill You Yet, But I Think I'd Feel Sad About It. I Will Take That As High Praise.

Folly And Desperation Are Ofttimes Hard To Tell Apart.

It Was That White Cloak That Soiled Me, Not The Other Way Around.

Ser Jaime?" Even In Soiled Pink Satin And Torn Lace, Brienne Looked More Like A Man In A Gown Than A Proper Woman."i Am Grateful, But...you Were Well Away. Why Come Back?" A Dozen Quips Came To Mind, Each Crueler Than The One Before, But Jaime Only Shrugged. "i Dreamed Of You," He Said.

Of Course It’s Not Enough To Be A Good Man To Be An Effective Ruler And It Never Has Been.