said Ser Arys. White Harbor would soon return to the king s peace, and Roose Bolton and his bastard son were closing in on Moat Cailin from south and north. '' I have balm. From his shoulders rose a steel dog's head, its teeth bared in a snarl.
Jaime laughed. She would wander the halls at night with a candle, looking for her sons. Not the Seven, nor Him of Many Faces, but her father's gods, the old gods of the north. How could you remember them? I see them in my dreams.
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