I have no idea how you feel and you have no idea how I feel.
“You’ll be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock”
Tyrion Lannister to King Joffery
*slow clap, rises into a thunderous applause*
The ceremony passed as in a dream. Sansa did all that was required of her. There were prayers and vows and singing, and tall candles burning, a hundred dancing lights that the tears in her eyes transformed into a thousand. Thankfully no one seemed to notice that she was crying as she stood there, wrapped in her father’s colors; or if they did, they pretended not to. In what seemed no time at all, they came to the changing of the cloaks.
“You are kind, my lord,” she said, defeated. “I am a ward of the throne and my duty is to marry as the king commands.”
he’s not the worst lannister