The mud muffled the hooves of the blood bay stallion. Catelyn sat up in the bed. Ghost wrenched free of the other hand and crept away, red tongue lolling from his mouth. Is that supposed to please me? Damn the girl.
His eyes stung. that fell to his shoulders and framed a clean-shaven face, and laughing green eyes to match his armor. The King's Tower was before him, with its promise of warmth and a soft bed, yet Tyrion found himself walking past it, toward the vast pale palisade of the Wall. She wondered whether they might move his bed under the window, so he could get the morning sun.
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