He stroked her face, tracing the curve of her ears, running a finger gently around her mouth. Don't be a fool, Catelyn said, the anger rising in her. Father's dead, the boy said. He yawned.
Close your eyes, he said gently. The back of his head was all bloody and his eyes were on fire. He must learn to rule, and I will not be here for him. The melee went on for three hours.
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