"These things are not for me," she said quietly. "These- the dresses and trappings of the women of your world, they are not for me. Those women have a choice, and it is not between killing their husbands or-" She stopped then. "And if he touches me again, I will find a way to kill him. I don't know how, but I will find a way."
She had seen it enough. She knew it just took one push at the right time, one sharp shove and then it was over. One slip, one gem that was not as it seemed, and it would be over, and it was ironic; if they had let her leave, if they had let her father leave or even take the Black, she would not know such things. "Do not let yourself get caught," she said after a moment, a backwards way of thanking him. She was too tied in knots to be polite, thinking of things she shouldn't, thinking of Tyrion, of Petyr, of Joffrey. "I would hate to lose you as a friend."
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Date: 2012-06-18 08:22 pm (UTC)From:She had seen it enough. She knew it just took one push at the right time, one sharp shove and then it was over. One slip, one gem that was not as it seemed, and it would be over, and it was ironic; if they had let her leave, if they had let her father leave or even take the Black, she would not know such things. "Do not let yourself get caught," she said after a moment, a backwards way of thanking him. She was too tied in knots to be polite, thinking of things she shouldn't, thinking of Tyrion, of Petyr, of Joffrey. "I would hate to lose you as a friend."