by law, she’s obliged not to kill the queen bitch, either,
and yet … — of course, arya knows better than to give
voice to that particular thought. still a treason, even as
she wonders which king this one imagines himself
beholden to. the cost in death has been far too high for
a smattering of boys squabbling over a desperately
uncomfortable, impractical chair, she thinks, and yet
here they are.
‘ — to the nearest port, ’ she confesses, honestly enough,
though she leaves the mention of jon out of the matter.
that will be hers to hold close to her chest.
“Now was that so hard to confess, Little Crow,
instead of using foul language like a drunken pauper?”
Of course Markus was not the sort to help and guide, no that was Leo’s
blasted hobby, his intrigue went far enough to ask. To inquire anyway.
His friend always spoke of chivalry, Markus might as well follow suit.
“‘Tis a two-day trip to the West. Do you need a guide or an extra hand
in the chance that you would be ambushed?"
