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Would you like that, Sansa?” asked Margaery. “I’ve never had a sister, only brothers. Oh, please say yes, please say that you will consent to marry my brother.” The words came tumbling out her. “Yes. I will. I would like that more than anything. To wed Ser Loras, to love him …” “Loras!” Lady Olenna sounded annoyed. “Don’t be foolish, child. Kingsguard never wed. Didn’t they teach you anything in Winterfell? We were speaking of my grandson Willas. He is a bit old for you, to be sure, but a dear boy for all that. Not the least bit oafish, and heir to Highgarden besides.” Sansa felt dizzy; one instant her head was full of dreams of Loras, and the next they had all been snatched away. Willas! Willas! “I,” she said stupidly. Courtesy
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George R.R. Martin (A Clash of Kings (A Song of Ice and Fire, #2))