"Ah, she is clever after all," said Cersei, smirking.
"Wit is such a rare accomplice to beauty yet we
stand, alone, in a room crowded with only that."
Cersei lifted a thick strand of Eleonora's hair, ran it
through her fingers, and dropped it back o...
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Better to break your word than to do worse in keeping it. —
There was a great feast with too much ale shared between the northern men pledged to Robb Stark. Lord Galbart Glover and Lord Roose Bolton seemed briefly slighted by Robb's choice of Smalljon to wed his sister but still drank their fill of ale to celebrate the announcement of Eleonora and Smalljon's match.
The couple's betrothal only became blessed by the gods by matching ornate flower chaptets made of the most beautiful northern florets once they shared a challis of mulled wine. Smalljon had kissed her — hard — on the mouth as the banner men cheered. He had waited his entire life for this very moment, and he planned to cherish every second. When he finally pulled away smiling, Eleonora forced a bashful grin and wiped her mouth dry with her fingertips. She raised her challis along with Smalljon and welcomed the elation amongst the group.
"Unbound and Unbroken!"
Smalljon's banner men placed a pair of broken irons on his wrists, homage to the Umber sigil of a roaring giant wearing broken silver chains. When he raised his wrists above his head and roared, Eleonora suddenly felt as if she could no longer breathe.
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She had not spoken to her mother since her true paternity was revealed. Robb noticed but did not broach the subject of their obvious avoidance of one another, there were far too many other worries that demanded his attention. Eleonora was thankful for that. Her mother had sent her several timid half smiles that her daughter pretended to be blind to. She was so furious, so betrayed that she felt as if an open wound rested raw and bleeding upon her chest. Eleonora wanted to speak to her father more than anything. She wanted to ask him so many questions, thank him for all he had done for her, and feel his strong arms reassure her with a loving embrace.
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