Stannis cannot take the throne without your help. but I do not care to wake every dawn wondering if you've run off again. Like as not, my sister is marching in your brother's host, her and those daughters of hers, dressed in men's mail. Below her the world turned from black to indigo to green as dawn crept across fields and forests.
Ned had known their faces as well as he knew his own once, but the years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget. Todder, to the rangers. Jon, no, the small boy whispered with an anxious glance at Ser Alliser Thorne. Littlefinger shrugged.
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