"Forgive me, Jon." But Robb knew that he wouldn't.
Robb remembered the last time he'd seen Winterfell, in the dead of the night. It had been strong, its walls hard and unbreakable. And now, looking at it, the still-smoking ruins, the buildings collapsed, Robb barely recognized it.
"It will take time to rebuild it, Your Grace", Bolton کہا as they walked along what used to be the yard, towards the Godswood, which, thankfully, still remained intact.
"I know that. And I don't have the time, do I? I need to march back south if what Talisa told me is true, if Tywin Lannister has known my every اقدام so far."
"She could be lying."
"Why? What she told...
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