Kaelyn winced and stopped her attempts are restoring any order. "Oh, Genna." It was all she could say. She smoothed her daughter's soft hair and shook her head. That was all Genna ever wanted, wasn't it? What would happen in the years to come- would someone else take William's place on that pedastal? Tyroshi sellswords or a Dornish prince or some lordling with a sweet voice? "You have to stop this, sweetling. Your lord father can't--" Kaelyn's voice wouldn't work. Oh, why can't you realize what I did, she wanted to say. You're only a girl, it's your place to stop demanding... He won't ever see you, won't remember. It doesn't work that way.
"Your lord father can't stop ruling the kingdom because his daughter has a scraped knee or has a new doll. The people need him."