I have an obsession with Alex Vause and I don't know what to do. Really. Help Me.
She was no one”s daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.
The wink, dammit.