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โ โ โ " it's right beside that one lil' fish market, thatโ HEY! " leaning over a less-than-clean wooden counter, yelling over the loud music.
a pretty girl passing through with four ( FOUR! ) beer mugs held in one ( ONE??? ) hand squeezed past her.
anyway,
" they sell
whilst his uncle recovered from his injuries, jon knew he could not spend all of his time waiting by his bedside to recover.
benjen stark was the first ranger; he would recover from his injuries โ jon had ordered him to do so as his commander.
โฆ against the doorframe.
he could have said something to her then and there; perhaps he should have, but he was not inclined to give up the element of surprise so easily.
he had only been in winterfell a short while, and his return was a quiet thing. perhaps she had not heard-
โฆ will complain all that much. He usually finds his own food, though. He goes beyond The Wall to hunt, into the real North. He always finds his own way back when heโs had his fill though.โ
โshopping for brides.โ
jon repeated. though said in jest, he meant every word of it. he could never understand the point behind it all. it was times like these in which jon felt happy to be a bastard. he never had to deal with such tripe.
unlike robb, for instance.
"shopping for brides?!"
head tilted back, laughter bouncing off the copper pots.
"that's one way to say it, i suppose. ah, you should've seen the one before it, it was so dreamy! much sunnier, with blooms all over . . . i felt like a princess."
sheepishly,
pia, much to her credit, was able to get a laugh out of the commander, even if a small one.
โSpoil him rotten and heโll get a more expensive appetite than we can afford him. My brothers will be eating turnip stew instead of their rations just so we can feed Ghost. Not that he โฆ