I wasn't born into a great house, I came from nothing. I was sold as a slave and carved up as an offering. When I was a child, I lived in alleys, gutters, abandoned houses
My little birds are everywhere, even in the North, they whisper to me the strangest stories.
Well, then it's not a secret anymore. It's information. If a handful of people know now, hundreds will know soon.
You look lovely today, my dear. You really do. How you climbed all those steps without breaking a sweat