the women are the strong ones

A lady's armor is courtesy. – Sansa Stark.

She understood more than you ever will, Nymeria. And she made your father happy. In the end a gentle heart may be worth more than pride or valor.

Day 1: Favorite pre-Doran Martell

The Lady Jocelyn stands where he had anticipated her daughter. Hair as dark as the princess’ is fair, dressed in accents of yellow where Rhaenys would favour hues of red, the resemblance between the two is still remarkable; the same dark eyes, capped by an arched, sceptical brow, offset by the curve of high cheekbones. She even has a freckle upon her cheek, he notices for the first time, a mirror image of the one she had bestowed upon her only child.

Cersei is as gentle as King Maegor, as selfless as Aegon the Unworthy, as wise as Mad Aerys. She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honor, for love.

For my freckles, Your Grace, though they all pretend it is because I am the heir to Spottswood.