“I … I could call myself after my mother…”
”Catelyn ? A bit too obvious … but after my mother, that would serve. Alayne. Do you like it ?”
She bit her lip. “Could I be Cat ?”
”Cat.” He considered. “Yes. Braavos is full of cats. One more will not be noticed.”
One day she came back grinning her honey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.
→ Mother of wolves
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