Mr. Mitdasein's Random Ramblings

Anyway, the timing of this sucks (and it's my fault because someone said "he really hates being called this word" and i decided to try it and it worked) because my beloved cat Buddy is very sick & i'm running a gfm for him because we don't know exactly what's wrong yet, and he's still in hospital. so if you could share and boost on here & your other socials, i would be so grateful

Dame Vivienne Westwood at Buckingham Palace to collect her OBE

ACOK, Tyrion X

"M'lord." Shae smiled at the sight of him. He liked that smile, the quick unthinking way it came to her pretty face.

[…]

Her grin was gone. "If I've displeased m'lord, I never meant it, only . . . couldn't you just give me more guards?"

Tyrion breathed a deep sigh. Remember how young she is, he told himself. He took her hand. "Your gems can be replaced, and new gowns can be sewn twice as lovely as the old. To me, you're the most precious thing within these walls. The Red Keep is not safe either, but it's a deal safer than here. I want you there."

“In the kitchens." Her voice was flat. "Scouring pots."

“For a short while."

“My father made me his kitchen wench," she said, her mouth twisting. "That was why I ran off."

ASOS, Tyrion VII