Ser Gregor, she thought. Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei. Her morning prayer. Or was it? No, she thought, not mine. I am no one. That is the night wolf’s prayer. Someday she will find them, hunt them, smell their fear, taste their blood. Someday. // “Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.” No, Dany thought, and the Usurper’s dogs will learn that, when I return to Westeros.
What’s even worse about Jon Snow’s death is that he didn’t even seem mad, his face expressed some sort of forgiveness because deep down he understood they were doing what they believed was right and that just breaks my heart
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