“Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago.”
Esse trecho acabou comigo 👍 catelyn com bebê robb.
eng: This excerpt wrecked me 👍 catelyn and baby robb.