“Valar Morghulis” Arya repeated. It wasn’t hard. Her fingers closed tight over the coin. “Please don’t go Jaqen.”
“Jaqen is as dead as Arry”, he said sadly, “and I have promises to keep. Valar morghulis, Arya Stark. Say it again.”
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I am become a sour woman, Catelyn thought. I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.
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When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike. Even our father couldn’t tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.
The smallfolk say it was King Renly’s ghost, but wiser men know better.