I think it has been made pretty clear that I am a torn girl. Torn between my fangirly interests. A lot has happened as of late in the world of Game of Thrones and I am regularly plagued by my two men.
Just the other night I had another Varys related dream – nothing quite so hot and steamy as my others, but it felt god all the same. There was some sort of riot going on. Varys was in the crowds and the whole aim of the dream seemed to be to find and defend him, but he thought I was a Turncloak.
I’ve sat down with both my boys and told them that I am firmly a ‘Little Bird.’ I had some fun away, but I am a down right Varys loyalist now. As ever I was.