Sansa quailed. 134 GEORGE R. Ever seen an ice storm, my lord? The lordling seemed not to hear him. He knew he should be pleased, yet he did not feel it.
His long black braid was shiny with oil. Will opened his mouth to call down a warning, and the words seemed to freeze in his throat. He had no choice, he had told her, and then he left, choosing. Not even Jon Arryn had been able to calm that storm.
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