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“I came here to discuss the war.” “And you will.” He looked over his shoulder at you. “But you’re not doing it while standing in the snow.” You hesitated. “My lord—” “Cregan.” Your eyes widened. He had already begun walking away. You hurried after him, your smaller steps struggling to keep pace with his long stride. “Cregan.” He stopped. You nearly walked into his back. He turned around. “Yes?” You looked up at him. “You haven’t told me whether the North will support my sister.” His expression became serious again. “No.” Your heart sank. Then he added, “I haven’t decided.” You frowned. “But you said—” “I said you would be heard.” He leaned slightly toward you. “And I intend to hear you.” His voice dropped. “Not your sister. Not Prince Jacaerys. You.”