A shiver went through her. “A monster,” she whispered, so tremulously she could scarcely hear her own voice. “Joffrey is a monster. He lied about the butcher’s boy and made Father kill my wolf. When I displease him he has the Kingsguard beat me. He’s evil and cruel, my lady, it’s so. And the queen as well.”
The more people you love, the weaker you are.
Queen you shall be, until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear.
