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//I see you to talkin' 'bout my muse. Stop giving me drabble ideas guys.
"I know who you love."
"N-no, you don’t," Sansa scoffed, waving off the statement as simple threat as she tried to hide the nervous stutter in her voice. Her sister was trying to get under her skin, as she always did, but this time it would not work. "And even if you thought you did, you would never be able to prove it."
"I’ll tickle you until you’re blue in the face!"
"I would like to see you try little wolf."
"I… I’m just disappointed in you."
Myrcella looked away from Arya, biting her lip. "I'm sorry...I'm not as strong as you..." Her eyes closed as she looked down at the ground, tears pouring down her cheeks now. "Help me, Arya,....Help me..I don't know how to be a queen..."
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"Is there something you need?"
{twelve year old dany} What is your dream?
"My dream is to be able to go back to Kings Landing with Viserys. He says he has a plan to get an army to help us take back the throne so that he can be king."