What is it, Jon? their lord father asked. The Hound was right, she thought, I am only a little bird, repeating the words they taught me. She perched anxiously on the edge of her bed. Bronn slammed it aside and danced away.
The builders had not even leveled the earth; there were hills and valleys behind the walls of Winterfell. She could not remember ever wearing anything so soft. Do you need an escort back to the castle? No, Sansa began. Better if you fry it up with onions, Bronn put in.
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