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Lady," She Whimpered Softly, Wondering If She Would Meet Her Wolf Again When She Was Dead.

If I Could Wish The Kingslayer Back In Chains I Would. You Freed Him Without My Knowledge Or Consent... But What You Did, I Know You Did For Love. For Arya And Sansa, And Out Of Grief For Bran And Rickon. Love’s Not Always Wise, I’ve Learned. It Can Lead Us To Great Folly, But We Follow Our Hearts... Wherever They Take Us. Don’t We, Mother?

The Common People Pray For Rain, Healthy Children And A Summer That Never Ends. It Is No Matter To Them If The High Lords Play Their Game Of Thrones, So Long As They Are Left In Peace.

What The King Dreams, The Hand Builds.

They Are Children, Sansa Thought. They Are Silly Little Girls, Even Elinor. They’ve Never Seen A Battle, They’ve Never Seen A Man Die, They Know Nothing. Their Dreams Were Full Of Songs And Stories, The Way Hers Had Been Before Joffrey Cut Her Fathers Head Off. Sansa Pitied Them. Sansa Envied Them.