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Lady Ashara Dayne. It's an old tale, that one.

little women by louisa may alcott "i've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether i can unlock the door remains to be seen"

1: Adjacent rows of long wooden tables with lamps every few seats / 2: A thin, pale-skinned person wearing a white shirt, black suspenders, and black pants standing in a field / 3: Light and dark green italicized serif text reading "Maurice" on a black background / 4: A bed with a bronze-colored metal frame laid with white pillows and comforter / 5: A round neoclassical structure at the top of a grassy hill / 6: Several low wooden boats at their moorings / 7: The thatched roof of a building among lush trees / 8: A light-skinned person wearing a white shirt and putting on a black tie / 9: A hall of white stone and dark brown wooden panelling containing several statues / 10: Same format as Image 3, but the text reads "by E.M. Forster" / 11: Several arches of an ornate, coffered ceiling leading up to a central dome / 12: A painting by Henry Scott Tuke depicting a young person with light skin and dark hair sleeping peacefully, their face turned towards the viewer. They are wearing a white shirt with an open collar //End ID]

damn the myths. she was just as much a part of those stories as he was, and if her destruction was imminent, she'd rather be the architect than a bystander.

She had always heard that Dornishmen were small and swarthy, with black hair and small black eyes, but Ned had big blue eyes, so dark that they looked almost purple. And his hair was a pale blond, more ash than honey. [...] “I saw [Ned Stark] at the Hand’s tourney. I wanted to go up and speak with him, but I couldn’t think what to say.”

An old septon once claimed I was living proof of the goodness of the gods. (...) Why, if the gods were cruel, they would have made me my mother’s firstborn, and Doran her third. I am a bloodthirsty man, you see. And it is me you must contend with now, not my patient, prudent and gouty brother.

Les Miserables, Victor Hugo

The little prince