And bless the daughter but fuck the family (джен)

"This is the house that built me and I'm gonna burn it down." - Clementine von Radics, 'Courtney Love Prays to Oregon'.
If her husband ever hit her, Joanna would be sure to hit back. And then that night she’d welcome him between her legs, and slit his throat while he was at it. A little blood in the marriage bed is a natural thing, a maester once told Mother, as her complaints of the king’s roughness, his insistence on having her again so soon after the squirming, whining birth of Myrcella, were put to rest. Joanna was listening at the door. Men are brutal creatures, and women soft and delicate. It is unfortunate, but should be expected. Joanna still cries when she gets a cut, just softly and prettily, easily wiped away and forgotten. She does not cry at the sight of others’ blood. That is just the way of a lion, of any beast. They whine when they are hurt, but it does not mean they lose their appetite for meat.