‘ i know what he is. ’ there’s a lot of meaning within her words, she is aware. to stand there, among crowds of — sevens, knows how much — and defend a lannister ? she knows how she must’ve looked, knows how much she must’ve appeared to be. like a lovesick fool, some might say, like a wench being blinded by the glory of a lion. brienne would like to believe she is neither, but what good is she attempting to convince when words never seem to be in her favour ? no. she trusts ser jaime. he will fight, and they will know that he is an honourable man, his crime heavy on his back in spite. ‘ if you expect an apology, i have none to spare. ’ / from brienne for @dracharenae !
from that old sc !