bookhousestark:“I took her castle and she took my heart.” Robb smiled.  ***The girl

bookhousestark:

“I took her castle and she took my heart.” Robb smiled.  

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The girl turned her head away. “It is nothing,” insisted her mother, a stern-faced woman in a gown of green velvet. A necklace of golden seashells looped about her long, thin neck. “She would not give up the little crown the rebel gave her, and when I tried to take it from her head the willful child fought me.”
“It was mine.” Jeyne sobbed. “You had no right. Robb had it made for me. I loved him.”