[ grey wind appears content to remain where he is, indulging in the meat gifted to him before laying his head on the floor with a exhale of breath. now he watches, the king's hand and protector, watches in silences.
robb places his own glass onto the table at vanozza's joining, biting back the smile her words bring. ]
Sometimes we must. [ why yes he doesn't speak from experience. ]
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robb places his own glass onto the table at vanozza's joining, biting back the smile her words bring. ]
Sometimes we must. [ why yes he doesn't speak from experience. ]