and hair grows back.
What will happen when they grow too large for the pit? Will they turn on one another with flame and claw? Will they grow wan and weak, with withered flanks and shrunken wings? Will their fires go out before the end? What sort of mother lets her children rot in darkness? (x)
She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse.
“A toast ! To the proud Lannister children.”
Queen you shall be…until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear.
I will take what is mine with fire and blood.