Tag: house martell

lady-meera-reed:

Arianne missed Ser Arys too, more than she ever would have thought. He loved me madly, she told herself, yet I was never more than fond of him. I made use of him in my bed and in my plot, took his love and took his honor, gave him nothing but my body. In the end he could not live with what we’d done. Why else would her white knight have charged right into Areo Hotah’s longaxe, to die the way he did? I was a foolish willful girl, playing at the game of thrones like a drunkard rolling dice. ― Arianne I, The Winds of Winter.