"I had intended to spare you, you see. You are my aunt by blood, after all." She couldn't help but gape at this bold statement. "My uncle was unusually skilled in his ruse. I'm the fruit that came when Rhaegar Targaryen decided that he preferred a four-and-ten-year-old maiden over his wife, who had already given him two children. After I visited Casterly Rock and enjoyed their idea of hospitality, and listening in on a very enlightening meeting in a certain tent, I reconsidered my peaceful approach rather quickly. My sister was right; southerners cannot and should not be trusted one bit. Some threats are too dangerous to be ignored and must be removed instead."