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Would you like that, Sansa?β asked Margaery. βIβve never had a sister, only brothers. Oh, please say yes, please say that you will consent to marry my brother.β The words came tumbling out her. βYes. I will. I would like that more than anything. To wed Ser Loras, to love him β¦β βLoras!β Lady Olenna sounded annoyed. βDonβt be foolish, child. Kingsguard never wed. Didnβt 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.β Sansa felt dizzy; one instant her head was full of dreams of Loras, and the next they had all been snatched away. Willas! Willas! βI,β she said stupidly. Courtesy
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George R.R. Martin (A Clash of Kings (A Song of Ice and Fire, #2))