“ can we not talk about that here?” (reina)
game of thrones sentence starters / accepting .
‘ and what of him ? the young lord crakehall ? ’ anya suggests in hush tones, the arm looped in reina’s pulling her closer, an air of mischief in her voice. she sounds like a young girl gossiping about a handsome household knight, but where men have their hunts and hawking, women’s sport is destined to remain the frivolous hunting of hands in marriage, and the titles they confer. if it is to be her lot, anya means to do her best to enjoy it, but a glance at reina, and her voiced apprehensions, make her think better of it. reina, of course, dreams of a northman — lord crakehall would never do — but anya reads her hesitation only as embarrassment, and it leaves her feeling strangely the fool for even bringing it up. ‘ of course, i’ll hold my tongue, ’ she acquiesces, confidentially, with the air of an ever-patient and world-wise septa, despite being only two years reina’s senior. ‘ but do consider it well, my lady. your feelings on the matter are infinitely valuable — i would not see you wed to a man you detest, but for that you must make your opinions known, at least to me. ’ / @reinabaratheon
