Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?"¯ "Everyone wants to be loved."¯ "I see flowering hasn't made you any brighter,"¯ said Cersei. "Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.