frodo-sam:

There will be more, and worse. These creatures have no sweeter joy in life than jeering at their betters. She could not silence them, so she must pretend she did not hear them. She would not see them either. She would keep her eyes on Aegon’s High Hill across the city, on the towers of the Red Keep shimmering in the light […] And the little rose as well, I do not doubt. I have sinned and must atone, must parade my shame before the eyes of every beggar in the in the city. They think that this will break my pride, that it will make an end to me, but they are wrong. A Dance with Dragons (x)