Only minutes young (смешанная)

"Mother said at birth, 'Boy, you better only take what you can hold.'/So I stood there in the sun, only minutes young/With love and mercy all around/And that's where we began." - Cotton Jones, 'Only Minutes Young'.
Sansa looks like a princess from a story; Tommen just gapes at the sight of her. Her ivory gown seems to glow through the light of those crystal windows he always found so pretty, and she’s wearing a grown woman’s skirts and bodice, not a little girl’s. Suddenly he feels even more a baby, cheeks stained apple red, averting his gaze in near shame until Mother jerks sharply on his arm and forces him to look back up again, at the waiting crowd filling the pews of the sept. The only thing that makes him feel any better is that her cloak seems just as big on her as his does on him. As though they were just playing a game. Cella and him used to dress up and play games, although they never pretended to be husband and wife. But maybe if he can pretend it is not real, and just a fancy, he will feel better.
(In which Sansa is wed to Tommen, not Tyrion).