He sighed and shook his head. Every one of them would die for me. How small the difference between victory and defeat, between life and death. The noises grew louder and more distinct, the clack of wood on wood, and as they grew closer they heard heavy breathing as well, and now and then a grunt.
Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. Hours turned to days, or so it seemed. A flight of arrows descended on them; where they came from he could not say, but they fell on Stark and Lannister alike, rattling off armor or finding flesh. He could still hear Sansa pleading, as Lyanna had pleaded once.
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