Who in seven hells is this one?”
“The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard,” Jaime returned with cold courtesy. “I might ask the same of you, my lady.”
“Lady? I’m no lady. I’m the queen.”
“My sister will be surprised to hear that.”
“Lord Ryman crowned me his very self.” She gave a shake of her ample hips. “I’m the queen o’ whores.”
No, Jaime thought, my sweet sister holds that title too.

Autore: George R.R. Martin

Who in seven hells is this one?”<br />“The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard,” Jaime returned with cold courtesy. “I might ask the same of you, my lady.”<br />“Lady? I’m no lady. I’m the queen.”<br />“My sister will be surprised to hear that.”<br />“Lord Ryman crowned me his very self.” She gave a shake of her ample hips. “I’m the queen o’ whores.”<br />No, Jaime thought, my sweet sister holds that title too. - George R.R. Martin


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