[He remembered everything. How he swallowed nervously before speaking to Walder Frey, the side glances from their mother, the screams around him and the pain of the arrows and the knife being embedded deep within him. He remembered.
There were thick, ugly scars marring his body, he already checked, but he wouldn't tell her that, no. The wounds were like a distant memory to his body, but right there when he closed his eyes for him.
And before she could say anything else, he pulled her in a tight hug, wanting her close. He never considered himself overly affectionate, but there was so much he wanted to say and apologize for.]
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[He remembered everything. How he swallowed nervously before speaking to Walder Frey, the side glances from their mother, the screams around him and the pain of the arrows and the knife being embedded deep within him. He remembered.
There were thick, ugly scars marring his body, he already checked, but he wouldn't tell her that, no. The wounds were like a distant memory to his body, but right there when he closed his eyes for him.
And before she could say anything else, he pulled her in a tight hug, wanting her close. He never considered himself overly affectionate, but there was so much he wanted to say and apologize for.]