I am not going to Winterfell, she heard herself say, surprised at the sudden rush of tears that blurred her vision. You said you had business with Bran. The gods give him love and laughter, and the joy of righteous battle. He caught the first man in the back of the knee before they even knew he was there, and the heavy axehead split flesh and bone like rotten wood.
At least he dies quietly, the prince replied. And you, Theon, she added when Greyjoy lingered. She prayed that it might quicken there. Half of them don't dare tell me the truth, and the other half can't find it.
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