lord tywin seldom spoke of his wife, but tyrion had heard his uncles talk of the love between them. in those days, his father had been aerys’s hand, and many people said that lord tywin lannister ruled the seven kingdoms, but lady joanna ruled lord tywin.
The Great Masters had used the pit as a prison. It was large enough to hold five hundred men… and more than ample for two dragons. For how long, though? What will happen when they grow too large for the pit? Will they turn on one another with flame and claw? Will they grow wan and weak, with withered flanks and shrunken wings? Will their fires go out before the end? What sort of mother lets her children rot in darkness?
Everybody dies sooner or later. Don’t worry about your death. Worry about your life. Take charge of your life for as long as it lasts.
(requested by thewritersramblings)