While He Had Not Written A Letter To His Mother For Years, Quentyn Wrote One When He Left For Essos.

While he had not written a letter to his mother for years, Quentyn wrote one when he left for Essos. He kept meaning to send it to her, but he could not bring the courage to do so after not writing to her for so long. It remains in the trunk of his belongings in Dany’s pyramid in Meereen and reads as follows. (as listed on his old blog)

Dearest Mother,

It has been years since I wrote to you, and I pray that you forgive me for not writing. Replies came so long in between after Trys was born that I was afraid that I had become a burden to you. I stopped writing in order to not be a bother. A thousand times, maybe two thousand, I sat down and started to write but those letters remained unsent.

I did not wish to bother you with tales of friends I had made, of things I had tried. I wish those letters had been sent some days, just out of wonder if you would have written back. If I had, would you have smiled? Would you have told your friends of what your sweet boy had gotten himself into? I like to imagine that you would have smiled, the way you did before.

Some days I like to imagine that everything was all a dream, that I will wake up in Sunspear and I will be five years old again. That I will go down the hall and find you and Father in your room and you will hold your arms out to me and ask me if I slept well. Like you use to when I would wander to your chambers. But life is not a dream, and reality is harsh.

Perhaps someday I will see you in person again, tell you of everything in those letters I never sent. I like to think that I will be able to do that soon, that I will be successful in what Father has sent me to do. If I am, I will go to Norvos first, not Dorne. I will introduce you to my new bride before Father, and we will catch up on all we have missed.

Smiles do not come easy to me now, not like they did when I was young. I hope that it would make you smile to know that thinking of you gives me cause to do so. I want to go to Norvos first, before I start this mission in full. I know that I would not wish to leave, however. This letter will have to do for now, I hope you can be proud of me when I do this.

I want to make you and Father proud, and this task I have been given is my way to do so. It will be something that I have achieved, and I pray it will mean that I am not a burden to you any longer. That I will be of worth.

I will see you soon,

your sweet boy

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Friendly reminder that it took Quent THREE DAYS to die. 

THREE

Three days of pain, three days of suffering.

That is the longest death out of all the Martells who have died. The others were pretty quick with it being death by Mountain