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I remember the first time I saw you in the throne room.
I'd never seen anyone who looked so unhappy.
I want very much for you to be happy, Sansa,
and so does my grandmother.
You would have been happy at Highgarden.
But women in our position
must make the best of our circumstances.
How do I make the best of my circumstances?
I have to marry him.
- Has Lord Tyrion mistreated you? - No.
Has he been kind to you?
He's tried.
You don't want him, though.
He's a Lannister.
Far from the worst Lannister, wouldn't you say?
I'm sorry.
Here I am complaining to you
My son will be king.
Sons learn from their mothers.
I plan to teach mine a great deal.
And your son, if I'm not mistaken,
your son might be the Lord of Casterly Rock
and the North someday.
What?
My son
with him.
I'll have to
we'll have to
If it's the pain you're worried about
I'm not afraid of the pain.
Not after what Joffrey's done to me.
What is it, then?
He's rather good-looking even with the scar.
Especially with the scar.
He's a dwarf.
And Loras
Loras.
Some women like tall men.
Some like short men.
Some like hairy men. Some like bald men.
Gentle men, rough men, ugly men, pretty men,
pretty girls.
Most women don't know what they like until they've tried it.
And, sadly, so many of us get to try so little
before we're old and gray.
Tyrion may surprise you.
From what I've heard, he's quite experienced.
And that's a good thing?
It can be.
We're very complicated, you know.
Pleasing us takes practice.
How do you know all this?
Did your mother teach you?
Yes, sweet girl. My mother taught me.