[ The look she gives him is a familiar one — the look of one greater addressing her lessers, declaration that comes from up on high to one still stationed far down below. Glory, honor, birthrite: these are reasons to wage war. But often do men forget to acknowledge their darker halves. Bitterness, resentment, anger, selfishness: these are the things she sees in the Lord Baelish. These are the sentiments she would foster within him for the sake of being free once again. ]
You bow your head, you offer your knee. You submit by giving her title worth, by kneeling to her crown.
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You bow your head, you offer your knee. You submit by giving her title worth, by kneeling to her crown.