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𝕭lack 𝕴cechapter forty

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chapter forty. come and see

𝕿ALIANA sat next to Sansa, Jon sat across with Tormund and Edd sitting next to him, on the other side of Sansa sat Brienne and beside Taliana sat Ser Farrell whoms sword hung by his side

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𝕿ALIANA sat next to Sansa, Jon sat across with Tormund and Edd sitting next to him, on the other side of Sansa sat Brienne and beside Taliana sat Ser Farrell whoms sword hung by his side.

Sansa picked at her food, and the one thing that she noticed was how Taliana and Jon refused to look at one another.

Jon's body was facing away from Taliana, while she was turning towards Ser Farrell.

Taliana didn't touch her food, and was more focused on the table, "Sorry about the food," Edd spoke up, cracking the tension in the room, "It's not what we're known for."

"That's alright. There are more important things."

Ser Farrell cleared his throat, and Jon noticed, "Princess—have you alright?"

She nodded, sending him a smile, "Yes—just didn't sleep
much."

Ser Farrell was about to open his mouth and say something until they door opened and a letter was handed to Jon, "A letter for you Lord Commander."

"I'm not Lord Commander anymore."

Jon took the letter, and for the first time since Taliana had sat down she looked over at Jon and saw the Bolton siegel, and he opened the letter.

Taliana and Sansa glanced over at each other—until they heard Jon's voice.

"To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow.
You allowed thousands of wildlings past the Wall. You have betrayed your own kind. You have betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine, bastard. Come and see. Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon. His direwolf's skin is on my floor. Come and see. I want my bride back, and the Princess Taliana, her death is still on—she will remember that she was supposed to die at the wedding. Send them both to me, bastard, and I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers. Keep the girls from me and I will ride north and slaughter every wildling man, woman, and babe living under your protection. You will watch as I skin them living. You—"

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