why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones? Ponder it, if you would, while you wait upon the queen. Ser Rodrik strode among the boys, face reddening beneath his white whiskers, muttering at them one and all. But not Bran. Viserys picked up the cloak and sniffed at it.
So he will. Fallen, Will insisted. For a moment he felt strong again, and whole. And I was only twelve when my father promised me to your brother Brandon.
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