In the songs, the knights never screamed nor begged for mercy. Catelyn twisted her head to the side and managed to get a piece of his flesh between her teeth. All she had to do was stay on the kingsroad and it would take her back to Winterfell. The nine-towered manse of Khal Drogo sat beside the waters of the bay, its high brick walls overgrown with pale ivy.
The drawbridge creaked down, the portcullis winched up, and Lady Catelyn Stark rode forth to rejoin her son and his lords bannermen. Lord Tywin is marching north He balled his hand into a fist. What of Stannis? He's the elder, not Renly. Slowly, carefully, she began to undo his braid.
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