Bran realized they were kissing. He stood abruptly, crossed the room, and returned with a green jar in his good hand. That was his curse. Ser Willis mounted up to join them, fumbling with his helmet, a metal pot with a thin slit for his eyes and a long black silk plume.
Let Lady Arryn grow as bold as she likes. The old man squinted at her suspiciously. Wise boys, Lannister said. He put a gentle hand on Bran's arm.
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