a septa is a woman sworn to the faith of the seven. in a noble household, they do a lot of the teaching, especially for the girls. mine taught me my letters, courtly manners, lead me in prayer, that sort of thing. if she had caught me practicing music with men, she would have been most cross with me.
what happened to your tongue? has it gone rough like a cat's? he is a lion cub! i named him tybolt, and there is nothing villainous to him, or to the keeping of lions. my grandfather had his own, my brother and i used to dare one another near them. how could so sweet a creature be anything but simply the best gift for christ-mass? ⟪ what follows are no less than two-dozen images of tybolt the cub: tybolt on her bed, his spotted legs stretched out, tybolt sucking on a bottle of what must be milk (thank you, area pet shop), tybolt in her arms, licking his own paws, sleeping, at play, in the snow, being fed a treat of meat –– it simply does not end. ⟫
it is one theory. of course, his wife could be barren, and they are northerners. maybe he simply froze his little mast off a long time ago. what do you gossip about? there must be something. trade me. most of it is a matter of who lies with whom. the honourable eddard stark is said to have deflowered the lady ashara dayne at the tourney in harrenhal, but i have never met a more sullen man in all my life, surely the mere thought of pleasure sought outside of wedlock would have turned him limp with shame.
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what happened to your tongue? has it gone rough like a cat's?
he is a lion cub! i named him tybolt, and there is nothing villainous to him, or to the keeping of lions. my grandfather had his own, my brother and i used to dare one another near them. how could so sweet a creature be anything but simply the best gift for christ-mass? ⟪ what follows are no less than two-dozen images of tybolt the cub: tybolt on her bed, his spotted legs stretched out, tybolt sucking on a bottle of what must be milk (thank you, area pet shop), tybolt in her arms, licking his own paws, sleeping, at play, in the snow, being fed a treat of meat –– it simply does not end. ⟫
it is one theory. of course, his wife could be barren, and they are northerners. maybe he simply froze his little mast off a long time ago.
what do you gossip about? there must be something. trade me.
most of it is a matter of who lies with whom. the honourable eddard stark is said to have deflowered the lady ashara dayne at the tourney in harrenhal, but i have never met a more sullen man in all my life, surely the mere thought of pleasure sought outside of wedlock would have turned him limp with shame.