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Chapter 31: going home
EDRIC
This is so frustrating! I could apparate back to the Twins in an instant. But instead, we are having to go back the slow way. All of my new people are already at the Twins. But, Bran has all these soldiers of his own, and the troops of his bannermen that he has to bring back to the Riverlands with him. I could go without him, but I promised to protect Bran and I can’t do that if I am not with him. Bran is unhappy leading an army that can only move as its’ slowest members too. He wanted me to take him to Riverrun at night so he could sleep with Margaery. But Wildings still occasionally raid us at night. It wouldn’t do for the Lord of the Riverlands to be absent when his army is attacked. None of these raids are really big. They might steal a few horses or a bit of food. But it is the principal of the thing.
One good thing about going back the slow way is it gave us a chance to stop by Winterfell and see Bran’s family. He’s still freaked out by his mom being in a copy of his wife’s body. Sansa is still as affectionate as ever. Since she’s flowered now, she wants to have a marriage today. I’m the one who wants to let her have time to enjoy being a girl.
Another good thing about taking so long was, it gave Jon time to train his new men-at-arms that he had recruited from the Wildlings. I watched him as he did it, as I would need to do the same when I got back to the Twins.
After we went through the Neck, I wanted to go through the Twins to Riverrun, but instead, we had go long way around because of the fidelitis charm which I was not the secret keeper of. No one but me could remember the Twins, which would make it difficult to get the men to pass through. So we had to stick with the King even longer, and go the long way around, cutting over to Riverrun after we crossed the Trident at the Ruby Ford.
When we finally arrived at Riverrun, Margaery was waiting for us. She had gone back to her more normal looking skin colour, though she had kept the red hair. And she was wearing a more normal looking dress. In her arms was a baby.
“Bran, I would like you to meet your son, Rowan Tully,” announced Margaery.
MARGAERY
After the baby was born, I felt the urge to look more conventional, so I shifted my skin colour to a more caucasian hue. I kept the red hair though. Also didn’t feel the need to walk all around the castle with my breasts hanging out. It might make it easier to breast feed, but I was feeling less confrontational. So most of the time I went back to more normal dresses. Though I still did my Lady of the Forrest act for religious pilgrims of the Old Gods when they came to visit. When the war ended, I dialed back the alertness stage of my plants that guarded outside Riverrun so that visitors could safely approach the castle.
Finally the day arrived that I had long anticipated, the return of my husband, Bran. I was waiting, when he entered the main courtyard, baby Rowan in my arms.
“Bran, I would like you to meet your son, Rowan Tully,” I announced.
Bran’s eyes lit up as he spied our child and climbed down from his horse. His skin was green, like my natural colour, but he had Bran’s grey eyes.
“Can I hold him?” asked Bran, before the colour registered in his mind.
“Why is he green?” asked Bran, as he held our son.
“That’s my normal colour,” I explained, before indicating myself. “This is a disguise I adopted to fit in with normal people. When he’s older I’ll teach him how to look more normal.”
We spent a couple of days together being reunited and caring for our new baby before Edric asked me to go to the Twins with him so he could undo the magic that had hidden it. I found teleporting with him to be a little uncomfortable, but bearable. He waved his wand and said his magic words, then, made a portkey to send me home.
Now that I was no longer pregnant, I could go to Kings’ Landing again using my birth blossoms. I wanted to speak with that man who had plans for rebuilding Fleabottom. Fortunately, when I arrived, in the Red Keep’s Gods‘ Wood, my dress was still where I left it in the gardening shed. I had feared that Shireen might have taken it away. I put the dress on and turned my skin to a more normal looking tone, then headed out of the Red Keep. I had seen, via my plants, where his current apartment building was. So I went knocking door to door, until I found him.
The door was answered by a woman wearing one of those masks that was the fashion with burn victims.
“Is this the home of Samwell Tarley?” I asked.
“Yes. Who may I tell him is calling on him?” asked the woman, in a slight foreign accent.
“I am Lady Margaery Tully, wife of the Lord of the Riverlands,” I replied. “And I brought you a little houseplant.”
“Oh! My Lady! Come right in!” said the woman, after giving me a curtsy.
She led me in to a room where there was a man sitting at a desk covered with papers on which he had been writing, before he stopped to put his mask back on. His clothes were plain, but more expensive that those that most of the residents of Fleabottom used to wear. The woman’s dress was similar.
“Sam, this the Lady Tully, the Lady of the whole Riverlands!” exclaimed the woman.
“I am pleased to make your acquaintance,” replied the man. “I am Sam Tarley, and you have met my wife, Shae. How may we help you lady Tarly?”
“I heard about your plans for the rebuilding of Fleabottom,” I explained. “I’d hoped I might be able to persuade you to include more green spaces. I was the one who planted all the trees in the city in recent years. But it would have been better if there had been parks for the people to walk in and a row of trees along all the roads set a short distance from the buildings so that there would be space for the people to walk in their shade without the danger of being run over by horses or carts.”
“If you planted all those trees and grew them so quickly, then my hypothesis is correct that you are the Plant Woman?” asked Sam.
“I was. But more recently, people have been calling me: the Lady of the Forrest,” I replied, before letting my skin turn back to it’s natural green colour.”
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Shae answered it and a couple of armored men wearing red cloaks came striding in, followed by a familiar dwarf: Tyrion Lannister. Behind him were a couple of women that I had met before, if briefly: Lady Yara Greyjoy and the Wilding Ygrette. Tyrion took one look at me and said:
“Lady Margaery! I had no idea you were the infamous Plant Woman!”
“They are calling me the Lady of the Forrest in the Riverlands now,” I replied, before shifting back to a more normal skin colour.
“I got your raven and was so intrigued that I had my wife, Lady Yara bring us here on her fastest Ship,” explained Tyrion. “I’m Lord Tryion Lannister, Lord of the Westlands. This is my wife, Yara Lannister, Lady of the Iron Islands and her Rock Wife, Ygrette. Are you the same Samwell Tarly that used to run the paper of news, the Kings Gazette?”
“Indeed I am,” replied Sam. “But you can call me: Sam.”
“Then I insist you call me Tyrion,” replied Tyrion. “So what is this plan you have for the sewers of King’s Landing?”
“Actually, I was only planning for the neighborhood of Fleabottom,” admitted Sam. “As you may know, Fleabottom was completely destroyed in a recent fire. Since I have in mind to rebuild the entire neighborhood, it made good sense to start with repairing the sewers and drains so that the effluence would not linger in that quarter of the city. Lady Margaery was just suggesting that I add more greenery to the plan.”
“Then you have summoned the right man for the job!” said Tyrion. “Now let me see what you have so far.”
We spent several hours going over the plans and revising them before I returned to the Red Keep. I checked in on Shireen, who was glad to see me and worried about her missing mother. Before returning to Riverrun, I practiced some gymnastics with her and taught her a little more Akido and Wing Chun, which she had been practicing faithfully along with her Water Dancing in my absence. I relayed the message that Jon had asked after her, then used the Birth Blossom to return to Riverrun. This was the first of many such expeditions to King’s Landing, as I helped Sam and Tyrion see that Fleabottom would be rebuilt.
SAM
Obtaining the patronage of both the Lord of the Westlands and the Lady of the Riverlands had proven to be an act of providence!. Lord Tyrion wanted to renovate the sewers and drains of not only Fleabottom, but all of King’s Landing. Between them, the pair of them were able to get the sewers funded separately, without cutting into the funds I had already been given. And the only quid pro quo for me, is that I had to set aside space for some parks, the largest of which would include a public Gods‘ Wood surrounded by hundreds of special plants that Lady Margaery hinted might help the burn victims in some way. Since the construction would prove easiest on the ruins of Fleabottom, that was the section of the city that would be the first to have it’s drainage systems repaired or replaced. While in the course of this work, a rather large catch of wildfire was found underneath one of the city gates. Since two such hoards had already devastated portions of the city and a third one had been found, a search commenced of the entire city of for further catches of the substance.
After my own ‘Walk of Atonement’ other people had to suffer the same indignity. This continued, until a pair of events coincided to end the practice. One, was Lady Selyse’s Walk of Atonement. The other was the King’s triumphant return to the city. Both parades crossed the same path, and when the King saw his brother’s wife being so humiliated, He picked up his war hammer and started smashing septons. The fighting lasted several hours before the King and his army had hunted down the last of the Sparrows.
JON
I didn’t leave the North with as many followers as Edric. Mostly because of my practice of fighting the Wildings to the Death and not taking prisoners before I noticed how well recruiting them was working out for Edric. He had used his magic to send them all to his secret base and offered to do the same for me. But I reclined. Instead, the long march South gave me a chance to turn my 600+ Wildings into an army. Every evening I would train them for an hour when we were on the move and I made them march in step alternate hours when we traveled. If we stopped somewhere for more than overnight, I would train them all day. To my surprise, more than half the women were spear-wives who trained with the men while the rest of the women did childcare.
It was good to see my new sister, Edmina and my stepmother when we stopped at Winterfell. My brother, Rickon, had mostly forgotten me, but enjoyed training with my Wilding troops. My sister Sansa spent all her time playing magic with Edric and badgering him to go ahead and have their wedding.
When we were on the march, the King kept finding excuses to ride alongside me and regale me with his war stories and whore stories. And if we stopped somewhere with a brothel, he’d encourage me to partake, which I always refused.
Finally, we arrived at Riverrun, and I got my new people settled in. Margaery had given Bran a son. In spite of his youth, by brother rose to the responsibility quite well. The Northern campaign had matured him.
EDRIC
After breaking the fidelitus and sending Margaery home on a portkey, I entered my new castle. The Wildings had trashed it! The worst was the Great Hall. It looked like someone had, at some point, built a fire in the center of the hall. Thankfully, the floor was stone and the fire had not grown large enough to burn the place down before they had extinguished it. Right now, there was a scene of mass chaos going on with multiple wrestling fights ongoing and at least three different couples making the beast with two backs openly, in front of everyone! I cast a sonorous and let them have it.
“STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!” I shouted. “EVERYONE IN THE CASTLE, COME TO THE GREAT HALL! THAT’S THE BIG ROOM!”
I canceled the spell while the people in the room came to order and more started entering. After about twice as many came in as had already been here, I began to take things in hand.
“Alright, are any of you Freys?” I demanded.
Only one woman raise her hand. It was one of the women who had been dogging in the room when I arrived.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Walda, my lord,” said the slag. “Scared Walda, though I guess I should be the only Walda left now.”
“What happened to the rest of your sisters and cousins?” I inquired.
“Oh, well small Walda didn’t believe you about not going out. But as soon as she stepped outside the castle, she started calling for help. Big Walda yelled at her and Small Walda could hear her, but seemed confused about where her voice was coming from. Big Walda went out to help her, and then she started acting strange. Fat Walda when after her, and was in the same fix. After seven of us had left the castle and were unable to see it, almost everyone left. When Osha showed up, I hid, but the rest of them ran out the North gate, afeared of a Free Folk spear-wife. When I got hungry enough, I came out of hiding. The Free Folk weren’t so bad once I got to know them.”
“Thank you for that explanation, Walda,” I began. “I have removed the spell that hid the Twins. So it should be safe for you to come and go as you please now. Now, as for the rest of you, you are no longer Free Folk or Wildings. You bent the knee to me. This is your home now. You are Riverlanders now, and you will have to start acting like it! Most of you will live outside the castles in homes that I will provide for you. You will grow food for yourselves and the rest of us. Some of you will be need to help run the castles either as servants or soldiers and those will be allowed to live inside the castles. If there is danger, the rest of you will be allowed to come into the castles for protection, but you will not live here. If you have skills in a trade you will be able to practice that trade. So, how many of you want to be soldiers? Those of you who want to be soldiers, yes women too, stand over on this side of the room. Now how many want to be servants and help me run the castle? All of you come stand behind me. Any of you have skills in a trade? Stand over there. The rest of you will be our farmers.”
After that day, I first built each family a small stone one room home in the nearest villages outside the castles. Once built, I cast space expansion charms on the homes of every villager I ruled, so that one room would be the size of a basketball court. I then started training my soldiers, using the methods I had seen Jon employ with his own. I also had to teach the servants how to help me get things done without having to take care of them myself. Walda was a big help with that.
And then there were the wargs, who I started teaching how to do proper magic. For them, I had to start making more wands. And while I was at it, I started making broomsticks too, so I could give Sansa, Bran and Jojen their own. Bran had gotten pretty good at riding mine while we were in the North. Jojen, not so much.
Sansa was getting better when I would visit her. She was starting to accept that she would have to grow up some more before we were wed and that, for now, I wouldn’t do more than kiss her.
EDRIC
This is so frustrating! I could apparate back to the Twins in an instant. But instead, we are having to go back the slow way. All of my new people are already at the Twins. But, Bran has all these soldiers of his own, and the troops of his bannermen that he has to bring back to the Riverlands with him. I could go without him, but I promised to protect Bran and I can’t do that if I am not with him. Bran is unhappy leading an army that can only move as its’ slowest members too. He wanted me to take him to Riverrun at night so he could sleep with Margaery. But Wildings still occasionally raid us at night. It wouldn’t do for the Lord of the Riverlands to be absent when his army is attacked. None of these raids are really big. They might steal a few horses or a bit of food. But it is the principal of the thing.
One good thing about going back the slow way is it gave us a chance to stop by Winterfell and see Bran’s family. He’s still freaked out by his mom being in a copy of his wife’s body. Sansa is still as affectionate as ever. Since she’s flowered now, she wants to have a marriage today. I’m the one who wants to let her have time to enjoy being a girl.
Another good thing about taking so long was, it gave Jon time to train his new men-at-arms that he had recruited from the Wildlings. I watched him as he did it, as I would need to do the same when I got back to the Twins.
After we went through the Neck, I wanted to go through the Twins to Riverrun, but instead, we had go long way around because of the fidelitis charm which I was not the secret keeper of. No one but me could remember the Twins, which would make it difficult to get the men to pass through. So we had to stick with the King even longer, and go the long way around, cutting over to Riverrun after we crossed the Trident at the Ruby Ford.
When we finally arrived at Riverrun, Margaery was waiting for us. She had gone back to her more normal looking skin colour, though she had kept the red hair. And she was wearing a more normal looking dress. In her arms was a baby.
“Bran, I would like you to meet your son, Rowan Tully,” announced Margaery.
MARGAERY
After the baby was born, I felt the urge to look more conventional, so I shifted my skin colour to a more caucasian hue. I kept the red hair though. Also didn’t feel the need to walk all around the castle with my breasts hanging out. It might make it easier to breast feed, but I was feeling less confrontational. So most of the time I went back to more normal dresses. Though I still did my Lady of the Forrest act for religious pilgrims of the Old Gods when they came to visit. When the war ended, I dialed back the alertness stage of my plants that guarded outside Riverrun so that visitors could safely approach the castle.
Finally the day arrived that I had long anticipated, the return of my husband, Bran. I was waiting, when he entered the main courtyard, baby Rowan in my arms.
“Bran, I would like you to meet your son, Rowan Tully,” I announced.
Bran’s eyes lit up as he spied our child and climbed down from his horse. His skin was green, like my natural colour, but he had Bran’s grey eyes.
“Can I hold him?” asked Bran, before the colour registered in his mind.
“Why is he green?” asked Bran, as he held our son.
“That’s my normal colour,” I explained, before indicating myself. “This is a disguise I adopted to fit in with normal people. When he’s older I’ll teach him how to look more normal.”
We spent a couple of days together being reunited and caring for our new baby before Edric asked me to go to the Twins with him so he could undo the magic that had hidden it. I found teleporting with him to be a little uncomfortable, but bearable. He waved his wand and said his magic words, then, made a portkey to send me home.
Now that I was no longer pregnant, I could go to Kings’ Landing again using my birth blossoms. I wanted to speak with that man who had plans for rebuilding Fleabottom. Fortunately, when I arrived, in the Red Keep’s Gods‘ Wood, my dress was still where I left it in the gardening shed. I had feared that Shireen might have taken it away. I put the dress on and turned my skin to a more normal looking tone, then headed out of the Red Keep. I had seen, via my plants, where his current apartment building was. So I went knocking door to door, until I found him.
The door was answered by a woman wearing one of those masks that was the fashion with burn victims.
“Is this the home of Samwell Tarley?” I asked.
“Yes. Who may I tell him is calling on him?” asked the woman, in a slight foreign accent.
“I am Lady Margaery Tully, wife of the Lord of the Riverlands,” I replied. “And I brought you a little houseplant.”
“Oh! My Lady! Come right in!” said the woman, after giving me a curtsy.
She led me in to a room where there was a man sitting at a desk covered with papers on which he had been writing, before he stopped to put his mask back on. His clothes were plain, but more expensive that those that most of the residents of Fleabottom used to wear. The woman’s dress was similar.
“Sam, this the Lady Tully, the Lady of the whole Riverlands!” exclaimed the woman.
“I am pleased to make your acquaintance,” replied the man. “I am Sam Tarley, and you have met my wife, Shae. How may we help you lady Tarly?”
“I heard about your plans for the rebuilding of Fleabottom,” I explained. “I’d hoped I might be able to persuade you to include more green spaces. I was the one who planted all the trees in the city in recent years. But it would have been better if there had been parks for the people to walk in and a row of trees along all the roads set a short distance from the buildings so that there would be space for the people to walk in their shade without the danger of being run over by horses or carts.”
“If you planted all those trees and grew them so quickly, then my hypothesis is correct that you are the Plant Woman?” asked Sam.
“I was. But more recently, people have been calling me: the Lady of the Forrest,” I replied, before letting my skin turn back to it’s natural green colour.”
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Shae answered it and a couple of armored men wearing red cloaks came striding in, followed by a familiar dwarf: Tyrion Lannister. Behind him were a couple of women that I had met before, if briefly: Lady Yara Greyjoy and the Wilding Ygrette. Tyrion took one look at me and said:
“Lady Margaery! I had no idea you were the infamous Plant Woman!”
“They are calling me the Lady of the Forrest in the Riverlands now,” I replied, before shifting back to a more normal skin colour.
“I got your raven and was so intrigued that I had my wife, Lady Yara bring us here on her fastest Ship,” explained Tyrion. “I’m Lord Tryion Lannister, Lord of the Westlands. This is my wife, Yara Lannister, Lady of the Iron Islands and her Rock Wife, Ygrette. Are you the same Samwell Tarly that used to run the paper of news, the Kings Gazette?”
“Indeed I am,” replied Sam. “But you can call me: Sam.”
“Then I insist you call me Tyrion,” replied Tyrion. “So what is this plan you have for the sewers of King’s Landing?”
“Actually, I was only planning for the neighborhood of Fleabottom,” admitted Sam. “As you may know, Fleabottom was completely destroyed in a recent fire. Since I have in mind to rebuild the entire neighborhood, it made good sense to start with repairing the sewers and drains so that the effluence would not linger in that quarter of the city. Lady Margaery was just suggesting that I add more greenery to the plan.”
“Then you have summoned the right man for the job!” said Tyrion. “Now let me see what you have so far.”
We spent several hours going over the plans and revising them before I returned to the Red Keep. I checked in on Shireen, who was glad to see me and worried about her missing mother. Before returning to Riverrun, I practiced some gymnastics with her and taught her a little more Akido and Wing Chun, which she had been practicing faithfully along with her Water Dancing in my absence. I relayed the message that Jon had asked after her, then used the Birth Blossom to return to Riverrun. This was the first of many such expeditions to King’s Landing, as I helped Sam and Tyrion see that Fleabottom would be rebuilt.
SAM
Obtaining the patronage of both the Lord of the Westlands and the Lady of the Riverlands had proven to be an act of providence!. Lord Tyrion wanted to renovate the sewers and drains of not only Fleabottom, but all of King’s Landing. Between them, the pair of them were able to get the sewers funded separately, without cutting into the funds I had already been given. And the only quid pro quo for me, is that I had to set aside space for some parks, the largest of which would include a public Gods‘ Wood surrounded by hundreds of special plants that Lady Margaery hinted might help the burn victims in some way. Since the construction would prove easiest on the ruins of Fleabottom, that was the section of the city that would be the first to have it’s drainage systems repaired or replaced. While in the course of this work, a rather large catch of wildfire was found underneath one of the city gates. Since two such hoards had already devastated portions of the city and a third one had been found, a search commenced of the entire city of for further catches of the substance.
After my own ‘Walk of Atonement’ other people had to suffer the same indignity. This continued, until a pair of events coincided to end the practice. One, was Lady Selyse’s Walk of Atonement. The other was the King’s triumphant return to the city. Both parades crossed the same path, and when the King saw his brother’s wife being so humiliated, He picked up his war hammer and started smashing septons. The fighting lasted several hours before the King and his army had hunted down the last of the Sparrows.
JON
I didn’t leave the North with as many followers as Edric. Mostly because of my practice of fighting the Wildings to the Death and not taking prisoners before I noticed how well recruiting them was working out for Edric. He had used his magic to send them all to his secret base and offered to do the same for me. But I reclined. Instead, the long march South gave me a chance to turn my 600+ Wildings into an army. Every evening I would train them for an hour when we were on the move and I made them march in step alternate hours when we traveled. If we stopped somewhere for more than overnight, I would train them all day. To my surprise, more than half the women were spear-wives who trained with the men while the rest of the women did childcare.
It was good to see my new sister, Edmina and my stepmother when we stopped at Winterfell. My brother, Rickon, had mostly forgotten me, but enjoyed training with my Wilding troops. My sister Sansa spent all her time playing magic with Edric and badgering him to go ahead and have their wedding.
When we were on the march, the King kept finding excuses to ride alongside me and regale me with his war stories and whore stories. And if we stopped somewhere with a brothel, he’d encourage me to partake, which I always refused.
Finally, we arrived at Riverrun, and I got my new people settled in. Margaery had given Bran a son. In spite of his youth, by brother rose to the responsibility quite well. The Northern campaign had matured him.
EDRIC
After breaking the fidelitus and sending Margaery home on a portkey, I entered my new castle. The Wildings had trashed it! The worst was the Great Hall. It looked like someone had, at some point, built a fire in the center of the hall. Thankfully, the floor was stone and the fire had not grown large enough to burn the place down before they had extinguished it. Right now, there was a scene of mass chaos going on with multiple wrestling fights ongoing and at least three different couples making the beast with two backs openly, in front of everyone! I cast a sonorous and let them have it.
“STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!” I shouted. “EVERYONE IN THE CASTLE, COME TO THE GREAT HALL! THAT’S THE BIG ROOM!”
I canceled the spell while the people in the room came to order and more started entering. After about twice as many came in as had already been here, I began to take things in hand.
“Alright, are any of you Freys?” I demanded.
Only one woman raise her hand. It was one of the women who had been dogging in the room when I arrived.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Walda, my lord,” said the slag. “Scared Walda, though I guess I should be the only Walda left now.”
“What happened to the rest of your sisters and cousins?” I inquired.
“Oh, well small Walda didn’t believe you about not going out. But as soon as she stepped outside the castle, she started calling for help. Big Walda yelled at her and Small Walda could hear her, but seemed confused about where her voice was coming from. Big Walda went out to help her, and then she started acting strange. Fat Walda when after her, and was in the same fix. After seven of us had left the castle and were unable to see it, almost everyone left. When Osha showed up, I hid, but the rest of them ran out the North gate, afeared of a Free Folk spear-wife. When I got hungry enough, I came out of hiding. The Free Folk weren’t so bad once I got to know them.”
“Thank you for that explanation, Walda,” I began. “I have removed the spell that hid the Twins. So it should be safe for you to come and go as you please now. Now, as for the rest of you, you are no longer Free Folk or Wildings. You bent the knee to me. This is your home now. You are Riverlanders now, and you will have to start acting like it! Most of you will live outside the castles in homes that I will provide for you. You will grow food for yourselves and the rest of us. Some of you will be need to help run the castles either as servants or soldiers and those will be allowed to live inside the castles. If there is danger, the rest of you will be allowed to come into the castles for protection, but you will not live here. If you have skills in a trade you will be able to practice that trade. So, how many of you want to be soldiers? Those of you who want to be soldiers, yes women too, stand over on this side of the room. Now how many want to be servants and help me run the castle? All of you come stand behind me. Any of you have skills in a trade? Stand over there. The rest of you will be our farmers.”
After that day, I first built each family a small stone one room home in the nearest villages outside the castles. Once built, I cast space expansion charms on the homes of every villager I ruled, so that one room would be the size of a basketball court. I then started training my soldiers, using the methods I had seen Jon employ with his own. I also had to teach the servants how to help me get things done without having to take care of them myself. Walda was a big help with that.
And then there were the wargs, who I started teaching how to do proper magic. For them, I had to start making more wands. And while I was at it, I started making broomsticks too, so I could give Sansa, Bran and Jojen their own. Bran had gotten pretty good at riding mine while we were in the North. Jojen, not so much.
Sansa was getting better when I would visit her. She was starting to accept that she would have to grow up some more before we were wed and that, for now, I wouldn’t do more than kiss her.
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