“T h e y h a v e m a d e m e a L a n n i s t e r”
“It’s hard to collect wages from a corpse. I’m sure the sellswords prefer to fight for the winning side.”
She was mortified. It was not supposed to be this way. She had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her betrothed would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp.
I won’t ever hurt you.