I’m not really big on shipping anymore, but damnit, if I’m in your head forever as “the last one [you] thought would hate [you]” and you remember that “I don’t hate you; I love you,” I have done my job and expressed my love exactly the way I feel it.
…I think my major is like one of those historical arranged marriages where the parties involved actually develop some degree of affection and respect for each other.
“You have been a better friend to me than any I have known, a better brother than Viserys ever was. You are the first of my Queensguard, the commander of my army, my most valued counselor, my good right hand. I honor and respect and cherish you”
This is not your daughter, do you understand? Her name is Eleanor, and she is mine.
ｉｓ ｉｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｃａｒｓ ?
I remember… Thank you.