“Queen you shall be … until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear.”
“You should have learned by now, none of us get the things we want.”
I have, though, Sansa thought. I am free of Joffrey. I will not have to kiss him, nor give him my maidenhood, nor bear him children. Let Margaery Tyrell have all that, poor girl.
The women are the strong ones, truly.