The Great Hall of the Dun Fort

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"The person who did this will pay a heavy price," Aerie said firmly as she tried to drown out the wailing resonanting faintly through the hall.

"They will burn," Aranya said, watching the serving men carry a dead squire out. Her heart was full of pain and rage. "I will find the person behind this, and see that they die screaming."

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Apr 27, 2008 18:49:47 GMT -5 @mark said:

Robb Tarly had never cried in his entire life, until 18 months prior. In the last year and a half, the grown man and warrior had sobbed three times- once for his father, once for his brother, and now for the children, the Lady Connington and her unborn child, but most of all for Oliver. "The Seven have forsaken House Bulwer," Robb said numbly. "I must see Tomas when I am able. He is my brother." He sunk back down into the bed. The news had seemed to exhaust him, leaving him nearly paralyzed. He rubbed his cheek against Lysette's arm. "I love you," he said.

Lysette soothed him as he cried, and kissed him softly. "I love you too," she said. "When I thought you were going to die..." she paled and her mouth trembled.

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Robb stopped crying and sat up completely, feeling stronger already. "I will not die on you, Lysette," he said firmly, comforting her this time. "The criminals will pay." Stretching his limbs, he said, "Does anyone know who has done this yet?"

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Lysette laid her dark head against his shoulder and shook her head. "No. Lady Royce has been questioning the servants all night."

[mark]

Robb nodded, but his newfound strength abandoned him as quickly as it had come. Before he could respond to Lysette, he was fast asleep.

[megatron]

Father and son sat leaning against a wall, both still woozy from the vomitweed.

Dougal looked to his father, distraught. "I hope they find whoever did this. Fuck... what sort of monster poisons children?"

Devon shook his head. "I have no idea, son. But as soon as we can ride, we make for home."

[Fel]

Marq Tyrell lies alone in bed recovering, too weak to even clench his fists in anger.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Ser Roger of Blackcrown finds Ser Antony stood outside, staring out into the night. He walks up and stands next to him, joining him in his watch. The two say nothing.

After a while, Ser Antony speaks. "Lord Tarly?" he croaks.

"He lives," Roger replies.

Antony nods and the two stand silent once more.

[Sam]

Upon seeing the lifeless, bloody body of his twin sister, Ser Gralan Swann lashed out. He tore a tapestry off the wall and shredded it, before beating the same wall with his hands nearly shattering his own bones.

He did not notice leaving the maester's chambers, but he later recalled finding Ser Grant sitting on the edge of the castle's wall, looking down at the moat. He sat down beside his good-brother and the two simply sat in silence for a while. Ser Grant spoke first.

"Somebody must die for this. The Martell Witch caused the death of my brother, and now," he choked, barely able to get the words out, "And now she has killed my wife and child. Your sister."

Ser Garlan looked at his childhood friend with red, puffy eyes from sobbing and saw that Grant looked the same as he did. They stood up together, although Ser Grant nearly fell off the wall doing so. The two young heirs looked at each other and nodded, before walking off in opposite directions.