Urien could have been your cousin, and if Rhian put on a dress and said she was your aunt, you'd believe it yourself. With a glare at the nobles, he set his empty goblet on the tray of a passing servant and strolled away, plucking his harp. And Elayne? See the Mistress of Novices in her study after your chores. Not him, my Lord, and not the Trollocs, neither.
Still, he had gone to the garden, and it was nothing to do with the Trolloc attack that was worrying him now. Tavolin gave him a brief smile, hardly more than a twitch of his lips. Seta's eyes rolled down to stare at the leash, then squeezed shut. He shook his head to clear it of foolishness.
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