Even on the kingsroad, it never hurt to be wary. Her curling blond hair moved in the wind, and her eyes were green as the leaves of summer. And now I will learn where you heard that name, my lady. He passed a massive catapult, as tall as a city wall, its base sunk deep into the Wall.
And she had seen him riding beside Lannister far too often, talking in low voices and laughing at some private joke. Septon Celladar was swinging a censer, filling the air with fragrant incense that reminded Jon of Lady Stark's little sept in Winterfell. The splendor of it all took Sansa's breath away; the shining armor, the great chargers caparisoned in silver and gold, the shouts of the crowd, the banners snapping in the wind . There was no way to go but up.
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