to indeed be a goddess

- Brienne, A Feast For Crows

It was a glorious day, a magical day. The air was warm and heavy with the scent of flowers, and the woods here had a gentle beauty that Sansa had never seen in the north. Prince Joffrey’s mount was a blood bay courser, swift as the wind, and he rode it with reckless abandon, so fast that Sansa was hard-pressed to keep up on her mare. It was a day for adventures. They explored the caves by the riverbank, and tracked a shadowcat to its lair, and when they grew hungry, Joffrey found a holdfast by its smoke and told them to fetch food and wine for their prince and his lady. They dined on trout fresh from the river, and Sansa drank more wine than she had ever drunk before.

You weren’t a knight, but you were a Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon, weren’t you? Lord Tyrion said he was a good man. He was.

"Kings" + Final Words

“Ours is the Fury”