The feast is long and she is tired. Tired of this dark place, full of the ghosts of a long gone dynasty.
It almost seems like I can feel them, looking at me. O I hate this lonely place.
And I miss my family, the one I let in the North, Bran, Rickon, Arya, Meera…
I know Tyrion is looking at me, I can feel his heavy look on my fragile figure. I wish I could tell him how I feel. How I do not hate him… But will he forgive me?
O this day endless day.. Make it end!