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A rose with sharp thorns
Falls at her feet in contempt
(but he is a fool)
The sword fits her hand
This dance she was made to do
Graceful in motion
He is her captive
Kingslayer without honor
A bath changes all
She loses her heart
But leaves to find his honor
Also Sansa Stark
What is her duty?
Oath and love are conflicting
She won’t make that choice
Rope around a neck
A boy will choke and die
So she speaks falsehood
Boat on a river
Hands raised in a sad farewell
Their eyes say it all
A maimed knight appears
He is a man of honor
She will speak for him
Night falls endless black
Burning swords are twin bright flames
Two knights bring the dawn
A maid no longer
A beloved woman grown
Green eyes locked on blue