“I was with her when she died,” Ned reminded the king. “She wanted to come home, to rest beside Brandon and Father.” He could still hear her at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes.
>“I know that it’s not the same for all teenagers. I have so many friends who say: ‘You talk to your mum about this? Your mum knows that you’ve lost your virginity?’ But we’ve just got a really good relationship – we can talk about things.” – Maisie Williams
