His head bobbed up and down. I hate riding, Sansa said fervently. His fingers brushed lightly over her budding breasts and tightened on a nipple. The king looked at them for a long moment, then turned his eyes on his wife.
She undid his braid with anxious fingers, as she had on the night he'd taken her for the first time, beneath the stars. Robb was marching and he was not. The only sound was the clatter of knives and forks. Lord Tywin's camp spread over leagues.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.