The outer parapet came up to her chin, but along the inner edge of the walk was nothing, nothing but a long plunge to the bailey seventy or eighty feet below. All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat wormlips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all.

When he heard Cersei’s scream, he knew that it was over.

vixleonard:

I feel like this photo set sums up the entire series.  The men talk about doing shit; the women get shit done.

You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now.