“You told me that life was not a song. That I would learn that one day, to my sorrow.” She felt tears in her eyes, but whether she wept for Ser Dontos Hollard, for Joff, for Tyrion, or for herself, Sansa could not say. “Is it all lies, forever and ever, everyone and everything?”
it’s stupid to think that she, a fair lady, gentle and kind as the spring, could love someone like him. ladies need knights and he is no knight; he is just a shadow of a prince, a prisoner of the winter, a man without honor. it’s stupid to think that someone like her could love someone like him.
but it’s not impossible.
it’s 2014 can we stop pretending that levi is a suave motherfucker