There had been whispers of war, and she couldn’t bear the thought of it all. Not now, not while she had him back.The tears wiped from her eyes before coming to him, but the notion of distress was still present in her features.
“I overheard some Lords speaking to a southern invasion, Jory.”
Jory had heard about this coming war, but he had faith in his Lord, in House Stark and the others that the Southern invasion would be avoided and dealt with in something other than another pointless bloody war. It seemed before and after Robert’s reign as King there had been nothing but bloodshed. “That won’t come to pass. It can’t.” Jory told Isyla as he brought her into him and wrapped his arms around her. “If it does come, I will keep our family safe. I promise you that, Isyla.”
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