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“D’you think she is? Theon said she isn’t, said he’s seen proof, but she said she just smacked him.” Pushing himself to sit up, Jon leaned back against his hands. “The one who served a King a pie with his son’s own flesh in it? But we aren’t at the Nightfort. …But we could tell her some men just arrived from there, remind her of the story then leave the biggest, white rat we can find in her bed.”
‘’Theon lies through his teeth..’’ Robb snickered, shaking his head. ‘’Of course he’d say that. But that last bit does ring true.’’ He chortled. ‘’Aye, that’s the one.’’ He nodded, pushing himself up from his bed. ‘’White rats are had to come by brother..’’ Robb pursed his lips as he lifted the fur throw from the bottom of his bed. ‘’You did play a ghost very convincingly.. ‘’










