[ This body does not belong to her, nor do these clothes or this collar. They are all part of the cage she in which she remains prisoner, the cage which she believes Lord Baelish will free her from if she blesses his hand, if she guides his blade. Give too readily, however, and she will simply see her passed from one cage to another; and the warbird has grown restless in the Light of the West's nest. (She is not a conquerer and neither is her son, and the sooner the warbird may break their bones and suck free the marrow, the sooner whomever hands her the key to such victory will see himself lord of more than just Seven Kingdoms.)
Her chains rattle again, tunefully, as she gives her shoulders a roll, stretching wings that are no longer there, baring more of herself to him. (It is not the first time he has come to call upon her. She understands the worth of this body to him.) ]
Worship me now, human lord. And we shall what part of you I will take and what part you shall keep.
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Her chains rattle again, tunefully, as she gives her shoulders a roll, stretching wings that are no longer there, baring more of herself to him. (It is not the first time he has come to call upon her. She understands the worth of this body to him.) ]
Worship me now, human lord. And we shall what part of you I will take and what part you shall keep.