The lion of Lannister flew over the ramparts, not the crowned stag. Sansa started as Joffrey laid his hand on her arm. It was no lie. Before that he'd smithed for Stannis Baratheon, the king's brother.
Rickon can't read yet. You'll see, I brought you some. He made himself smile. Stop that weeping, child, Septa Mordane said sternly.
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