The Eyrie is as much a part of the Vale as Runestone. Let the Drowned God cast him down. So thick were the walls of Black Harren's folly that Jaime passed beneath a dozen murder holes before em Some of it is even true.
but Jaime stepped between them. Sometimes it seemed a thousand years since she had fled King's Landing, and sometimes it seemed like only yesterday, but she knew she could not go back. Above, a small castle stood frowning over the waves, its three crooked towers outlined against a leaden sky. The queen did not know what to say to that.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.