‘In my life, I have wanted for little, and what I have wanted for I have quickly come to see that I cannot have, and because of this I have learned that it is wrong for me to want. You told me something once, a very long time ago.’ She was wrapped in his cloak, as it was cold, and the moon door lay open at their feet. ‘You told me that when you know what a man wants, you know who he is, and how to move him. And I thought how lucky for me, the girl who could want nothing.’
He frowned. ‘My lady…’
‘No. Listen. It has been so long that I have gotten back to wanting, and I seem to have forgotten how. I was doing it wrong, though, all along. You taught me that. The foolish girl I was then, standing at windows and staring out and waiting for someone else to make the moves I prayed for. I’m not a waiter any longer. I’m not a wanter, either. You have taught me how to be selfish, and cruel, and how to take.’
She reached out and put one, cold hand on his chest. ‘So my question, Lord Baelish, is this. Did I move you?’
And she gave a quick, short shove.
(Source: thestarkinwinterfell)
