"When will I wed the prince?" she asked.
"Never. You will wed the king."
[...]
"I will be queen, though?" asked the younger her.
"Aye." Malice gleamed in Maggys yellow eyes. "Queen you shall be . . . until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear."
[...]
"Will the king and I have children?" she asked.
"Oh, aye. Six-and-ten for him, and three for you."
[...]
The old woman was not done with her, however. "Gold shall be their crowns and gold their shrouds," she said. "And when your tears have drowned you, the valonqar shall wrap his hands about your pale white throat and choke the life from you."
[...]
"I get three questions too," her friend insisted. And when Cersei tugged upon her arm, she wriggled free and turned back to the crone. "Will I marry Jaime?" she blurted out.
You stupid girl, the queen thought, angry even now. Jaime does not even know you are alive. Back then her brother lived only for swords and dogs and horses . . . and for her, his twin.
.... "Not Jaime, nor any other man," said Maggy. "Worms will have your maidenhead. Your death is here tonight, little one. Can you smell her breath? She is very close."
Πιστεύετε ότι η προφητεία θα βγει αληθινή? Ποιος πιστεύεται πως είναι τελικά ο valonqar (High Valyrian για το "μικρός αδερφός") και για ποιο λόγο θα τη σκοτώσει, αν γίνει έτσι?
Discuss.