“Knights die in battle,” Catelyn reminded her.
Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. “As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.”
“Children are a battle of a different sort,” Catelyn started across the yard. “A battle without banners or war horns, but no less fierce.”
They could be twins, Cersei thought as she watched them. Ser Loras was a year older than his sister, but they had the same big brown eyes, the same thick brown hair falling in lazy ringlets to their shoulders, the same smooth unblemished skin. […] They were more alike than she and Jaime.
#seriously though this was not subtle (via nonstopgorgon)