Reading. That Was The Sport I Was

Minds Are Like Swords, I Do Fear. The Old Ones Go To Rust.

I Don’t Know If I Have Any Particular Views About Women In Positions Of Power, Though I Do Think It’s More Difficult For Women, Particularly In A Medieval Setting. They Have The Additional Problem That They’re A Woman And People Don’t Want Them In A Position Of Power In An Essentially Patriarchal Society.

Drifting Snowflakes Brushed Her Face As Light As Lover’s Kisses, And Melted On Her Cheeks. At The Center Of The Garden, Beside The Statue Of The Weeping Woman That Lay Broken And Half-buried On The Ground, She Turned Her Face Up To The Sky And Closed Her Eyes. She Could Feel The Snow On Her Lashes, Taste It On Her Lips. It Was The Taste Of Winterfell. The Taste Of Innocence. The Taste Of Dreams.

It Was A Hollow Victory They Gave Me. A Crown...it Was The Girl I Prayed Them For. Your Sister, Safe... And Mine Again As She Was Meant To Be. I Ask You, Ned, What Good Is It To Wear A Crown?

Sooner Would Be Better Than Later, And Now Would Be Better Than Sooner." - Tyrion