When boys and girls live in the same home, awkward situations can arise. Sometimes, I’ve heard, even brothers and sisters develop certain affections. And when those affections become common knowledge, well, that is an awkward situation indeed, especially in a prominent family. But prominent families often forget a simple truth, I’ve found. And which truth is that?
I wish I was the monster you think I am. I wish I had enough poison for the whole pack of you. I would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it. I will not give my life for Joffrey’s murder. And I know I’ll get no justice here, so I’ll let the gods decide my fate. I demand a trial by combat!
Does anyone else find it rather funny that Brienne, “the beauty” Of Tarth, who spent her whole life being teased and made fun of, now has (arguably) three men, good strong men, who look at her with the same eyes. Not as a challenge, or as a dare, but as a genuinely magnificent woman. They look at her like they care, and understand and that they might love her too.
Where as Cersei, the beauty of house Lannister, the lady that grew up to be queen, by marriage and then by conquest, who spent the better half of her life adorned with jewelry, is viewed by everyone with the same eyes. Fear, hatred, murderous intent.
Cersei may be beautiful on the outside, but Brienne is beautiful inside and out. People love her for who she is, no her title or gold, not for the silks she wears or the beauty of her face.