A sweeter cup than your father served Rhaegar's children, Ned said, and kinder than you deserve. It made the whole castle Bran's secret place. But with the khal off hunting, it was pleasant to lie back on soft cushions and be carried across Vaes Dothrak, with red silk curtains to shield her from the sun. He stood there beside the sentinel, longsword in hand, his cloak billowing behind him as the wind came up, outlined nobly against the stars for all to see.
Yet when she looked across the valley to the far ridge, she saw the Greatjon's riders emerge from the darkness beneath the trees. She looked at Arya. I will, Arya vowed. Even in irons, the wildling moved quiet as a cat.
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