Or I could take the Kingsroad south, Brienne thought. I could slink back to King’s Landing, confess my failure to Ser Jaime, give him back his sword, and find a ship to take me home to Tarth, as the Elder Brother urged. The thought was a bitter one, yet there was a part of her that yearned for Evenfall and her father, and another part that wondered if Jaime would comfort her should she weep upon his shoulder. That’s what men wanted, wasn’t it? Soft, helpless women that they needed to protect?