prostitutin
Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms and hold him so tightly that he would never come to harm… but here in front of his lords, she dared not. He was playing a man’s part now, and she would not take that away from him.
The Freys have held the crossing for six hundred years, and for six hundred years they have never failed to exact their toll.
