She liked when Brandon wasn’t there. It gave her some freedom. For example, her father had invited one of his lords to dine with them. She didn’t remember who, but she’d been introduced, and as she should as a dutiful daughter she’d been polite and sweet. Just as he wanted, she’d even remembered at the time to give him a compliment on his lands, but she didn’t remember where they were now. Her father had more than enough reason to be pleased, and ignore the fruit she kept rolling across the table to Benjen. It became a game, the lords
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