olenna-tyrells:

_{The evening before Luthor was to propose to my sister, I got lost on my way back from my embroidery lesson and happened upon his chambers. How absent-minded of me. The following morning, Luthor never made it down the stairs to propose to my sister, because the boy couldn’t bloody walk. And once he could, the only thing he wanted was what I’d given him, the night before. I was good. I was very, very good.}