I was never a maiden. Of if I was, I can't have been one for very long. Jamie and I started playing in the womb and we hadn't been on our feet for long before that game took on a more adult nature.
So I am a mother. My identity. My reason for being alive. How can they call me cold when I burn life a flame? How can they call me hateful when I am filled with a love that consumes me and eclipses everything else?
I'd lie and steal and cheat for my children. I'd kill for my children. I have killed for my children. I've whored for my children. I have given my life, my integrity, my selfworth for my children. No other mother can have loved her young like I have loved mine. What animal loves her cubs more than a lioness? None.
What crime have I committed except being a mother? What wrong have I done to have my children plucked from my claws? Tell me what I have done and I will crawl in the dirt until they are given back to me. I will do anything and everything to again see my little ones as they once were.
Joffrey, Myrcella, Tommen. Sweethearts. Loved ones. My little darlings. All mine. All perfect. Mother loves you. Mother will always love you. Sweethearts. Son. Son. Daughter. Mother will love you, and kill for you and be killed for you forever and ever. Until the sun sets and winter comes and summer ends and life turns her into a crone.
