MARTINcome to you. She had slept longer than she intended. Robert Arryn, Lord of the Eyrie, stood in the doorway, clutching a ragged cloth doll and looking at them with large eyes. Robb rode at the front of the column, beneath the flapping white banner of Winterfell.
MARTINFather said the Red Keep was smaller than Winterfell, but in her dreams it had been immense, an endless stone maze with walls that seemed to shift and change behind her. He fought bravely at King's Landing. He did not say a word. Arya went for him.
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