[ Margaery purses her lips as she thinks about the volumes she's read all about the Chantry. most very likely written by the Chantry or its supporters.
there's a sudden burst of annoyance in her chest, like a thousand tiny pricks, and she knows it's at her own blind ignorance. and the thought of a younger Derrica with a proverbial chain around her neck. ]
How do you feel about all this, Derrica? At the thought of very possibly being sent to one again?
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there's a sudden burst of annoyance in her chest, like a thousand tiny pricks, and she knows it's at her own blind ignorance. and the thought of a younger Derrica with a proverbial chain around her neck. ]
How do you feel about all this, Derrica? At the thought of very possibly being sent to one again?