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SHE CAN see them coming from her perch at the top of the hill, a little procession of elves bearing persuasive words upon their lips and a crown in their hands. for a moment, arya wonders about what argument they will present to her today, before shaking her head a bit, fingers lacing and unlacing. no matter, she shall refuse all the same.
❝ surely their stubbornness shall wear thin soon. ❞















