When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.
Seen with her family and the MERRYWEATHERS (an intriguingly private and discreet choice of persons, having returned from a long stretch abroad) the LANNISTER daughter has at last returned to the town to provide a bit of sun—as though in recompense for the long winter sure to come. - THE LIONESS OF THE CASCINE by marketchippie
She kissed him. A light kiss, the merest brush of her lips on his, but he could feel her tremble as he slid his arms around her.
“You should have come sooner,” she murmured, when he took her in his arms. “Why couldn’t you have come sooner”