She had dreamt that she was little, still sharing a bedchamber with her sister Arya. // A thousand years ago, she had known a girl who loved lemon cakes. ♦ requested by anonymous
“The light was so dim that Jaime could scarcely see her, though they stood a scant few feet apart. ‘In this light she could almost be a beauty’, he thought. ‘In this light she could almost be a knight’.”
