"It doesn't matter the reasons," she said coldly, her rage finding another target, one more worthy and deserving. "The gods take everything. Whether it's because of love or fear, everything withers and dies. Winter comes and everything we cherish freezes at their whim."

She sniffed, turning her eyes to the sky. She would not cry in front of Sansa, she would not let herself be weakened by what could happen. What might come to pass. "Had I married Robert, I would have been shamed often and subjected to his pleasures. I am sorry for what happened to you, as I am sorry for those that lost their lives for my decision. But I do not regret it."