For a moment Robert had the grace to look startled. Be certain that you tell her who I am, and warn her of what I am. I should have won twice as much. You of all people can scarce fault her for that.
Rhaegar won, damn him. The maester had told him the stories, and Old Nan had made them come alive. Over its massive western shoulder flowed the ghost torrent of Alyssa's Tears. That night, after the plates had been cleared, Robb carried Bran up to bed himself.
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