She looked at her son, watched him as he listened to the lords debate, frowning, troubled, yet wedded to his war. Tyrion was used to it. what is his name? Robb, Sansa said. Moonlight silvered the hills as he followed the twisting ribbon of the kingsroad.
The hair, the eyes. Her eyes found him. Pyp called after him, but Jon paid him no mind. Imp, Lysa said coldly, you will guard that mocking tongue of yours and speak to my son politely, or I promise you will have cause to regret it.
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