She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead. She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes.
“No… no.” He shook his head. “I never meant… forgive me. You have to forgive me.”
“Have to?” It was too late. He should have begun by begging forgiveness. She could not pardon him as she’d intended. She had dragged the wineseller behind her horse until there was nothing left of him. Didn’t the man who brought him deserve the same? This is Jorah, my fierce bear, the right arm that never failed me. I would be dead without him, but… “I can’t forgive you,” she said. “I can’t.”
“I protected you. I fought for you. Killed for you.”
Kissed me, she thought, betrayed me.
The dwarf tugged at her a third time. Stubbornly she pressed her lips together and pretended not to notice.
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“A man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a girl.”
