Wine Makes All Things Possible.

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.

A Hedge Knight Must Hold Tight To His Pride. Without It, He Was No More Than A Sellsword

And Pray That He Is The Man I Think He Is, He Finished Silently, And Not The Man I Fear He Has Become.

His Sister Liked To Think Of Herself As Lord Tywin With Teats, But She Was Wrong. Their Father Had Been As Relentless And Implacable As A Glacier, Where Cercei Was All Wildfire, Especially When Thwarted.

Every Flight Begins With A Fall.