[ it hurts more than she would like to admit, to be dismissed and distrusted by him again. she trades on the affection and faith earned in her time here, risking all for one who would disregard her — who will not even protect her from a marriage to another brute or hear her counsel. not for the first time, she thinks of rhaenys’ parting words.
you toil in service of men. you desire not to be free but to make a window in the wall of your prison.
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you toil in service of men. you desire not to be free but to make a window in the wall of your prison.
it matters not. she will do what she must. ]