She wanted to rage, to hurt him as he'd hurt her, to warn him that when she was queen she would have him exiled if he everA GAME OF THRONES 651dared strike her again . There was nothing below him now but snow and cold and death, a frozen wasteland where jagged blue-white spires of ice waited to embrace him. It's so beautiful here, I don't want to think about everything dying. He winced, his fingers opening and closing helplessly.
Weasels will tear out her entrails and carrion crows feast upon her eyes. He remembered Robb as he had last seen him, standing in the yard with snow melting in his auburn hair. You might, if you knew what it meant, Benjen said. You could do it, she told herself.
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