I still remember how you smiled when I put that doll in your cradle. How you pressed it to your cheek. By the time we burnt the doll, it was too late.
*appears on your doorstep* excuse me, do you have time to talk about the importance of brienne of tarth?
That’s enough talk of battles, Ser Davos. You’ll scare the child.
Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water.
My name is Brienne of Tarth.