May 4, 2015
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“Our late Lady Arryn chose not to meddle in the squabbles of other houses.” Tywin’s mad dog had tossed aside all chivalry in his rampage across the country’s middle, burning houses and fields and the smallfolk huddled amongst them with impunity. Though none spoke of it too loudly, Alayne knew only a few stood any hope of seeing this Winter through to its end. And wise men did not waste their grain or steel on corpses. “Though the Vale’s sympathies extend to the Riverlands, I must warn you that may father shall likely follow his lady’s wife’s example, if aid is what you seek here.”
