"Every house has words of strength. Words to make their owners feel bigger. The Starks..." She pressed a hand against the door; she would open this one herself. "Theirs are the only words of warning, I think. It makes it all seem so inevitable."

She lifted her chin. She composed herself. And she pressed into the High Hall with honour on her mind: "As High as Honour. Arryn's words. Lord Robin, I would introduce to you Gendry Waters. The Eyrie has a smith again."

The boy was on his throne; it swamped him. It made him look even frailer than he already was. And he sat huddled on his seat, with barely a care for the two who had just entered. It was almost as though he hadn't heard them at all.