He paused beside a pillar, before the tomb of a long-dead Stark. I agree that it is odd that both you boys dreamed the same dream, yet when you stop to consider it, it's only natural. Robb took them all the way down to the end, past Grandfather and Brandon and Lyanna, to show them their own tombs. Everyone laughed but Grenn.
To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. You are doing well, Bran. You won't fail me. The wound on his breast was as healed as it would ever be, the scar that covered it grey and red and hideous.
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