“He is!” Eponine beams. She was correct, this woman was from Westeros! She didn’t recognize her from Robb’s memories, as she’d been far more Focused on her new love.

“He told me all about his crown, that it was not beautiful, but he bought me this dress! Look!” Eponine gives a twirl. A dire wolf is embroidered at the nape of her neck, Sansa knowing exactly who it was for as she’d made the dress. “He says it is fit for a lady. Yet we own a tavern.” She giggles, proud of their investment. “I would not have this place if not for him.”