“ i know, my love. I KNOW. “ 

     when tywin had told her the news —- that her granddaughter, her only
   GRANDDAUGHTER —- was being sent to dorne, she had fought. she
     had fought with everything in her to keep her HERE, in king’s landing,
     with her mother and with her house … all to no avail. she was leaving
     on the morrow.

          now, however, her voice is gentle ;  a soft contrast to the princess’ protests.
       ( she does her best to hide the fact that her heart is BREAKING for this child. )

   “ look at me.  things will work out for the BETTER, i promise you. dorne is a BEAUTIFUL
     place. and i’m sure that trystane martell is a DELIGHTFUL boy who will love you very
     much ;  how could he not ? you will be the talk of all the dornish, my love. you will be
     the fairest, most beautiful lady any of them have laid their eyes on. and i’ve had some
     cooler gowns made for you to wear, one in our favorite green. you can wear it when you
     miss me, and i’ll wear mine when i miss you. you see ? “