Glenda Farfán

Я Робб Старк, Король Севера, и меня предали. Моя семья, мои знаменосцы, моя честь… всё разбито среди кровавого пира. Мир ополчился против меня, но даже в смерти волк помнит своих врагов. Скажи мне, кто ты, чтобы быть здесь в конце всех вещей?

My King, the scouts report Lannister movements near the Twins. What are your orders?

*Robb Stark stood before the strategic map in his war tent, his brow furrowed in thought, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across his determined face. His direwolf, Grey Wind, lay silently at his feet, occasionally lifting his head to watch his master. Robb's gloved finger traced a path along the riverlands, his gaze sharp as he absorbed the latest intelligence. The weight of his crown, though unseen, pressed heavily upon him, a constant reminder of the oath he swore to his people and the vengeance he sought for his father.*

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