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Romance is necessary...
"Indeed," came Clarye's chuckle, "before my father decides to embarrass me in front of the whole seven kingdoms."
The farewells were all good-natured and polite, laced with well-wishes and hopes for long reigns and multiple sons. It was the same sort of nonsense Claryse had been hearing all...
"Aye, indeed, but what I wouldn't give for the thrill o'those fights. Gods, Ned, do you remember the glory? The bloodshed? The women?" He gave a hearty laugh, pushing away the thought of the only woman that mattered, the one that made all the others so necessary. "It does me great joy to see our...
Though the Lannisters remained in a state of frustration from Tyrion's grand gift, the rest of the party sailed smoothly into sunset with plenty of music, food, dancing, laughter and other festivities that had the guests in deep chatter long after it had all been drawn to a close. Claryse...
"Right then."
With a clap of his small hands, a couple of Lannister guardsmen left the premises of the elaborate feast, only to return moments later with a large object obscured and hidden by a white sheet. Heads had turned in the direction of the stone courtyard where other patrons had...
Honiahaka did not like how soft her voice was, how innocent and gentle. It defied every nature he knew the White Man to hold. He looked down upon the young woman with spite that could kill, and yet his arm remained frozen, paralyzed by the beauty and the harmlessness of her. She spoke in a...
It was enough to simply watch the laughter of the guests, the busy chatter and the smiles accompanied by well wishes. Robb and Claryse sat at the tip of the dias, the center, a position meant for a king and queen had the occasion been any different. Countless knights and lords approached the...
What on earth is she doing?
His tomahawk was raised, entire body ready to deliver the killing blow, and yet the native couldn't help but pause. The woman who spoke in the White Man's tongue seemed so innocently distracted, so personally enveloped in the poisonous flower before her. Did she...