[No. No. He says his piece and the world shatters under her, sending her downward into the darkest pits of hell. She can hear her blood in her ears as she looks at this man- this man she loved- and listened to him say such hateful things. If there weren't already tear in her eyes, there are now as she forces air into her lungs.
He didn't love her. Couldn't love her. It didn't matter if Jeyne was there or not. Because his heart had belonged to another and she'd sought to steal it.
She laughs again, her smile not reaching her eyes as she lets it bubble up from her stomach, bursting out through lips she'd had wrapped around both these Stark men.] Oh! [She gasps, shaking her head.] And do you know what made me this way? The actions of men. Men who professed themselves to be good and kind! But those men- men like you- are the worst of all.
[She laughs once more, looking him up and down, then spits at his feet.] In France, we have killed our kings. Westeros would do well to do the same. [She smirks.] The North certainly did.
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He didn't love her. Couldn't love her. It didn't matter if Jeyne was there or not. Because his heart had belonged to another and she'd sought to steal it.
She laughs again, her smile not reaching her eyes as she lets it bubble up from her stomach, bursting out through lips she'd had wrapped around both these Stark men.] Oh! [She gasps, shaking her head.] And do you know what made me this way? The actions of men. Men who professed themselves to be good and kind! But those men- men like you- are the worst of all.
[She laughs once more, looking him up and down, then spits at his feet.] In France, we have killed our kings. Westeros would do well to do the same. [She smirks.] The North certainly did.