She meant to keep the heavy oaken shield Jaime had given her, the one he'd borne himself from Harrenhal to Kings Landing. The Greyjoy stronghold stood upon a broken headland, its keeps and towers built atop massive stone stacks that thrust up from the sea. Me sang of betrayals, and murders most foul, of hanged men and bloody vengeance. No doubt Rugen took his ill-gotten treasure with him when he fled.
I wield it well enough. Nym? Can you hear me? Ellaria? Anyone? TYENE? The princess spent half the night hanging out the window, calling till her throat was raw. Not so long as Edmure Tully lives, said Lady Genua. At the far end a man with a pinched face sat upon a raised dais, scratching in a ledger with a quill.
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