A family's ambition. Damning. Suffocating.

Set to live a life that is not my own. That is my destiny. To become a broodmare for some 'high class' prick. A few of the top picks my father had chosen were, Lancel Lannister, who in my most gracious, humble opinion, is an idiot. Life would be most dull by his side.

Even Prince Trystane Martell had come up in conversation once or twice. I think life in Dorne would be most interesting. Their culture, and way of thinking is so different! However, Grandmother Olenna does not think I have enough 'pluck' to keep a Dorne prince 'ensnared in my charms'. She thinks Margaery would be better suited.

Being the youngest of my siblings was never easy. I continuously lived in their shadow. Loras was our family's pride and joy, and Margaery had the most potential to snag a coveted alliance. According to grandmother. They all had big dreams of Margaery one day being Queen. She can be the damned queen. She would have to marry that right royal prick, Joffrey. All my best wishes!

Therefore, in the meantime my father scoured to find me a husband that would bring 'satisfactory' gain to the Tyrells. Because that's all I was. Satisfactory. My embroidery was satisfactory. My singing was satisfactory. My skills in etiquette was satisfactory. Even my wit and cunning was satisfactory. My grandmother was not one to mince her words.

My life was satisfactory. But I wanted more. I wanted greatness. I wanted what Loras and Margaery was destined for. Greatness. I wanted the adventure that Loras will surely have. The grace and elegance Margaery will have.

Going North will not get me that. I will not have adventure with those barbaric northern men. So stoic.

So, you can see why I say my family's ambition is damning. Because I'm damned to one day be the Lady of Winterfell.