“I was the oldest,” The prince said, “yet I am the last. After Mors and Olyvar died in their cradles, I gave up hope of brothers. I was nine when Elia came, a squire in service at Salt Shore. When the raven arrived with word that my mother had been brought to bed a month too soon, I was old enough to understand that meant the child would not live. Even when Lord Gargalen told me that I had a sister, I assured him that she must shortly die. Yet she lived, by the Mother’s mercy. And a year later Oberyn arrived, squalling and kicking. I was a man grown when they were playing in these pools. Yet here I sit and they are g o n e .”
I’m sorry. I’m sorry they did that to you.
Why? Why sorry?
And suddenly the picture of Lena and Pedro that we all loved is no longer adorable…
He told me he’d fuck me bloody with a stick.