No one prepares you for what it’s like to be separated. It’s a strange sort of no-man’s-land. Or no-woman’s-land. Neither married nor single. Neither royal nor normal. Like a harpy. One of those mythological creatures. Half woman, half bird. And one minute, you’re flying high, the center of attention. And the next thing, you’re down to earth with a bump. Not even a bump. A crash. No one to talk to. And there’s no one for company.
Source:S5.Ep7: No Woman's Land
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