“who are you?” he had to hear her say it. “the question is, who are you?” “this is a dream.” “is it?… we all dream of things we cannot have. tywin dreamed that his son would be a great knight, that his daughter would be a queen. he dreamed they would be so strong and brave and beautiful that no one would ever laugh at them.” “i am a knight,’ he told her, “and cersei is a queen.” a tear rolled down her cheek. the woman raised her hood again and turned her back on him. jaime called after her, but already she was moving away, her skirt whispering lullabies as it brushed across the floor. don’t leave me, he wanted to call, but of course she’d left them long ago.