And with it came Maester Luwin. No, Jon said at once. Lysa had done him no favor in that regard. His back ached from the effort of bending; they had been riding since daybreak, when a stone-faced Ser Lyn Corbray had ushered them through the Bloody Gate and commanded them never to return.
If she flung herself from the window, she could put an end to her suffering, and in the years to come the singers would write songs of her grief. Inside were more bodies; a groom she had played with, and three of her father's household guard. Lords and knights stepped aside silently to let her pass, and she felt the weight of their eyes on her. He told her that he wouldn't, but she never believed him.
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