08/03/2026 00:04

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You're no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you. What in all the seven hells am I supposed to make of this? He says one thing, she says another. His palms were cut where he'd grabbed at the blade. He talked to Sansa all night, showering her with compliments, making her laugh, sharing little bits of court gossip, explaining Moon Boy's japes.

A smart boy, but stubborn. I know, he said. Below, a wolf howled. Round and round it went, wobbling as it turned.