All it would take was a shove, she told herself. She raced, her feet melting the stone wherever they touched. And the river lords were rising too, Blackwood and Bracken and Mallister, houses who had never been ruled from Winterfe Oh, Varys hears his whispers.
He is only a foolish boy, but I have loved him like a brother. The stag is the sigil of the royal House. How dreadful, Varys said with a shudder. When the laughter finally died in her throat, they wrapped her in warm blankets and led her back to the Great Keep, to her own chambers.
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