Tyrion was taught that he was a bastard, all
imps are bastards in their farther’s eyes, he
was taught he murdered his mother coming
in to this world, that his siblings hate him and
that he would never amount close to Jamie, he
would never get any lands and any wife he may
take or children he would bare would never be
good enough. What’s in a name? Letters that
do not shape who we are.Shae could have predicted that Sansa would
retreat to another topic of convocation, Shae
looked down to for moment. She just hoped
one day Sansa would grow stronger and
stand up to her demons, she knew she couldn’t
tell Sansa that she couldn’t hide from her
problems because to Sansa Shae was
just a maid.❝What fruit would you like? I
could see they have lemon
cakes?——-❞
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Maybe one day a name will stop
dictating her life, her value, her worth.
Maybe one day, a name will be nothing
but something to call out for her attention
vowels consonants and syllables without
any responsibility. maybe one day she
won’t have a family to call her own, she
can live like jon, a bastard and invisible
instead of a lady and traitor.
"It’ll spoil my appetite for dinner.
Maybe a peach, if there are still any.“
”Thank you.“ It’s added to the end like
a afterthought but it isn’t, for she is not
thanking Shae for doing her job, she is
grateful that she listens and tries.