His family would arrange a more suitable match for him, to a Corbray or a Waynwood or a Royce, or perhaps a daughter of some greater house outside the Vale. The Great Hall of Winterfell was hazy with smoke and heavy with the smell of roasted meat and fresh-baked bread. He swallowed another gulp of wine and watched his direwolf devour the chicken. He was dressed in a rich grey velvet doublet with a white wolf sewn on the front in beads, and a grey wo
Catelyn edged her foot backward, the most timid of steps, but the mule was behind her, and she could not retreat. Five knights of the Kingsguard-all but Ser Jaime and Ser Barristan-were arrayed in a crescent around the base of the throne. As you speak, so it shall be done. Littlefinger put his heels to his mare and vanished around a corner.
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