He must have felt them, as Will felt them. Robb sat back, not quite daring to smile, but pleased with himself and hungry for her praise. Barley, onion, carrot, he muttered. Ned paused at the foot of the stair and pulled on his gloves.
I have found you more than a friend. Do you know who I am? No, m'lady, he said. Kings are a rare sight in the north. Timett's fellow Burned Men were so awed by his choice of an eye that they promptly named him a red hand, which seemed to be some sort of a war chief.
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