Arya had been staying as far from the castle as she could get, yet even from a distance she could see the heads rotting atop the high red walls. They were relics of the Targaryens, black steel with dragon scales cresting their helms, now dusty and forgotten. Robert snorted. and my lords and ladies are no better.
Done, Robb shot back. Kings are a rare sight in the north. Bran hugged him so hard he could feel the hot breath on his cheek. He refused to let it trouble him.
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