Ghost backed away from him uncertainly. Bran, Jon breathed, scrambling to his feet. He is to serve as your personal squire. He watched as the direwolf buried his teeth in the wight's gut and began to rip and tear.
A wooden box, you say? Catelyn said. I know what I'm told. She wore a garland of pale blue roses, and her eyes wept blood. A princess, she thought, but she remembered what the girl had said, how Khal Drogo was so rich even his slaves wore golden collars.
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