I know how it looks, Uncle. The gods favor the man with the just cause, said Ser Lyn Corbray, yet often that turns out to be the man with the surest sword. You'll have an easier time drinking wine from that cup than you will convincing Robb Stark to make peace now. Did Lord Stannis question you as well? The bald one? No, not him.
Only a Stark would be fool enough to threaten where smarter men would beg. Yet she liked them well enough; they had gotten her to Robb, as their father had vowed, and nothing else mattered. As you will. Then he saw the other one, waddling along half-hidden by his brother's side.
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