Had you thought to question the Hand's servants? Ned frowned. ; a bare year younger than the king, yet utterly unlike him, stern, humorless, unforgiving, grim in his sense of duty. They filled her bath with hot water brought up from the kitchen and scented it with fragrant oils. Lord Eddard Stark, the Hand of the King, he announced.
I cannot abide the wailing of women. He smiled and left them. They are still there, drinking in the common room, waiting for your return. She rose from the table, gathered her skirts around her, and stormed off in silence, servants trailing behind.
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