He ought never have come. He was the handsomest man Sansa had ever set eyes upon; tall and powerfully made, with jet-black hair though he rather wished it had not been this inn again, with all its memories. Just have a care you don't fall off, little man.
Robert was becoming unruly, and she needed to be rid of him to free her hands to deal with his brothers. The dried sap that crusted in the eyes was red and hard as ruby. It was said that Rhaegar's little girl had cried as they dragged her from beneath her bed to face the swords. She heard the faint squeaking of rats and glimpsed a pair of tiny glowing eyes on the edge of the light, but rats did not scare her.
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