Bran touched his forehead, between his eyes. He walked off, holding his torn face, leaving her gifts behind him. Jhogo's arakh flashed, and the man's head went tumbling from his shoulders. The maester waited until the door had closed behind him before he spoke.
When the Mad King Aerys 11 Targaryen had demanded their heads, the Lord of the Eyrie had raised his moon-and-falcon banners in revolt rather than give up those he had pledged to protect. The wars went on until the earth ran red with blood of men and children both, but more children than Her ribs sat there untouched, grown cold now, a thin film of grease congealing beneath them on the plate. In his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.