now we know why the wildlings always burn the dead. ‘ you do me great honor, my Lord… yet we should not trust this won’t nevertheless, he emptied both cups and truly prayed to the old gods it would stop hurting so much. I feel that things are changing… quickly.”Ĭonsidering his empty belly and the fright they’d just taken, Jon was not surprised that he could feel the ale rushing straight to his head - which, combined with the small portion of milk of the poppy Clydas had just brought him on behalf of maester Aemon, would be sure to knock him out sooner than later. The old man looked to the direwolf, trying to make heads or tales of what had happened still. “I can name a few of your brothers who would not have done the same.” But that didn’t mean he thought any less of them, hell, he would hesitate before going in after that… thing. “Aye, you did your duty, but that does not mean I should not be thanking you for it. It was a few moments between them of simply silence. She wants a pretty man, or some pretty woman like her maybe? But she doesn’t want a man-lady like me…” Things would soon be changing it seemed, but where would that leave Mya? “Maybe I should just go to Dorne or somethin’.” They didn’t care if a person was a bastard or who they loved, it was tempting to say the least. The look in his eyes, he knew that not all her problems would be fixed by simply being a man. She would always be Roberts bastard, she would always admire women, and she would always have to hide it. She did feel things for Margaery, she was a woman, and she did wish that things could be different… but it never would be. How wonderful would it be? And that way, we would be together always.” Renly worried that if, or when, he married Margaery, it would take him away from Storm’s End away from his dear friend and niece.įor once, Mya was quiet, thinking about everything Renly said. “You could marry Lady Margaery and I could marry Ser Loras. If Mya had been born a man, she still wouldn’t have what she desired–she was a bastard, but they both knew it and it went without saying. He smiled at this and felt a little sorry after saying it. “But wouldn’t it be easier if we’d been born each other’s genders? Why, we could have what we want.”
Perhaps not as typical as most, but we are what we are.” He looked to the apple in her hands and sighed. “So you do care for her, and from the sounds of it, more than you’d care to admit,” Renly said as he looked to Mya.
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