Her forearm had been splinted and bound up with linen, though. And Hoat too. Have you seen them? He will not permit me to see them, did you know that? They were speaking treason, fomenting war . Brienne had been betrothed at seven, to a boy three years her senior.
It makes no matter, she told herself. He was garbed in motley, but so faded and stained that it showed more brown than grey or pink. Why? So . A few Frey heads would do much to mollify the north.
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