Lowland lords have lied to the clans before. She would have to cut it soon. Perhaps he even deserved this. Her fingers were thick and awkward as she struggled to lace up her bodice and knot a drab brown cloak about her neck.
The tall man peered down at the ground, and pretended to notice him. The children . Did I askyou? You are not Lord Frey yet, not until I die. She could smell home, she could see it, there, just beyond that door, green fields and great stone houses and arms to keep her warm, there.
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