Let It Be Love
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- Parti 8
"Promise me something," Alys asked, looking at the woman for the first time since she had entered the room. She was a squat woman, with large breasts that had a thick blue vein running atop of them. Her mousy brown hair was pulled behind her head and tied with a string, but the flyways were kept from her face with a white handkerchief knotted at the base of her skull. Her gown was a dirty shade of green, but it complimented her skin tone well enough. The woman nodded. "When the war ends, no matter the outcome, make sure the maester records that I was right."
At her last word, she saw Robb angrily lift the sword and bring it down on Lord Karstark's neck, severing the head from the body in one powerful stroke. His neck spurted with blood, the red liquid mixing with the mud and washing away as the rain intensified. The men moved his body from the stone and Robb walked away angrily, gripping his hand. They would call him Kinslayer for that.
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Alysanne Targaryen was saved from the Sack of King's Landing. Sent to Winterfell to ward with the Starks, she finds herself in the middle of the game. She realizes: she was never very good at them as a child.
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