“Just know she isn’t pleasant and content all the time like the front she’s forced this past week. While you have yet to see it, she is not idle, and she is certainly not silent.” “Am I supposed to be afraid of her?” Tarly sneered. Nik’s fist twitched tighter. That pretty face wouldn’t be so if he got his way. “No. Not afraid. But she is a queen, while you are still a prince. Don’t forget that. Even when you one day take your father’s throne, your crown and hers will never weigh the same.”