One day, Bran, you will be Robb's bannerman, holding a keep of your own for your brother and your king, and justice will fall to you. Because she was a whore or an adulteress, fool. My brother rode off just a moment ago, and my guard will be here shortly. She heard the faint squeaking of rats and glimpsed a pair of tiny glowing eyes on the edge of the light, but rats did not scare her.
She was the eighth Lady Frey. Tell them I command it. When her son sat the Iron Throne, she would see that he had bloodriders of his own to protect him against treachery in his Kingsguard. The chair beside the fire would be pleasant, he said when he felt the warmth on his face.
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