, I charge you to ride to the westlands with all haste, to cross the Red Fork of the Trident under the king's flag, The king rose to his feet, his face flushed. She could see fires dancing in the onyx of his eyes. Kill me, or come back with me.
Never do what they expect, Syrio once said. And her betrothed looked at her with the cool grey eyes of a Stark and promised to spare the boy who loved her. Samwell Tarly stood in the stable door, a full moon peering over his shoulder. Or been driven away, their father said, looking at the sixth pup.
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