The tent was dark, its silken walls flapping like wings when the wind gusted outside. MARTINdrew it back over his shoulder, and threw it across the room with a practiced flick of his wrist. Arya retreated before him, checking each blow. The mother of my children.
When the time comes, I will tell him myself. The realm will rise for its rightful king. Lord Eddard had fled south with the king's wicked brother Renly. It was a bitter sound.
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