I remember you, standing on that platform with Joffrey and Cersei when they dragged father to the block. I remember the pretty dress you were wearing. I remember the fancy way you did your hair
I believe that's the nicest thing you ever told to me
Back in Braavos before I got my first face, there was a game I used to play, the game of faces. It's simple, I ask you a question about yourself, and you try to make lies sound like the truth. If you fool me, you win, if I catch you lie, you lose
With the faces I can choose. I can become someone else. Speak in their voice, live in their skin, I could even become you. I wonder what it would feel like to wear those dresses, to be the Lady of Winterfell. All I'd need to find out is your face