Bran hung, listening, suddenly afraid to go on. When her eyes were closed and her breathing deep and steady, Tyrion slid out from beneath her, gently, so as not to disturb her sleep. Very good, my lady. The important thing is that you urge Lady Catelyn and your brother to keep the king's peace.
Bran looked away and pretended not to have heard, but he could feel Greyjoy's eyes on him. As you see, he's not here. It had taken another death to reconcile them; Lyanna's death, and the grief they had shared over her passing. how many times do you think he raped your sister? How many hundreds of times? His voice had grown so loud that his horse whinnied nervously beneath him.
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