You are Lucrezia Borgia. You are the scandal of Italy. You are also the envy of Italy.
The white tears and the red ones ran together until her face was torn and tattered, the face that Ned had loved. Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. “Mad,” someone said, “she’s lost her wits,” and someone else said, “Make an end,” and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she’d done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.
“I didn’t know the roof was that interesting in the studio,”
“It’s pretty amazing actually,”
“so that’s it? now you won’t even look my way?”
“I don’t know Adam, I can’t sing ‘need you now’ and look at the guy who turned me down,”
“even though I told him I’ll give up everything, my career, my home, my life..”
“please don’t do this..”
“for once, I did nothing Adam, this is all on you buddy,”
“I have to go, my wife, someone who actually wants to spend the rest of their life with me, is calling me.: