Willas Is Canonically In Highg.arden, But I Have So Many Verses That Bring Him To Kings Lan.ding It Isnt

Willas is canonically in Highg.arden, but I have so many verses that bring him to King’s Lan.ding it isn’t even funny, lol

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Conspirator​:

He smiled at those two riding close and the sound of his brother laughing and he could just make out the smile on Morgan’s face. 

“And I will work on my father as well, I mean our families have been close why not tie those bonds a bit stronger. I want those two happy since they won’t have the responsibility of ruling a hold,” he stated then heard the musical laughter of Morgan laughing. “It would be good to have a little bit of happiness around here.”

“Happiness and an excuse to drink the night away without taking the plunge into marriage ourselves.” Domeric was not certainly not ready to commit just yet, though he knew that it was already a matter of time before his father found him a match. He liked the freedom that he had at the moment, not having a wife to attend to, as he could spend much more time riding and visiting the Karstarks. “Now, to start our plan on how to get them together.”

His fingers closed into a fist, crushing Sansa’s letter between them. “And she says nothing of Arya, nothing, not so much as a word. Damn her! What’s wrong with the girl?”

Shireen​:

“Mother is angry with me but I do not understand what I did wrong.”

Shireen confessed, this clearly seemed to trouble her greatly. She wondered if she had spoken to her father about this, which was what prompted her to ask him those questions. Hoping that he wouldn’t mind. But it seemed like he was just as surprised by her questions as she was about what happened earlier.

Stannis’s brow furrows, not understanding what could have occurred between his wife and daughter. He did not like that Shireen was unsure about what had caused her mother’s upset. Something about it made his stomach roil, as if something told him that Selyse was taking out some frustration on his heir. First he would try to attempt to comfort his daughter, though he was not one for comfort.

“Come here.” he stated, arm held open to invite her to his side.

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Robb looked up at the woman who was more than a head taller than he was, and wondered just how she had grown to be so tall. When his mother had returned from the attempt to treat with Renly with only the woman who stood before him in tow, he had known that something had gone wrong. He was glad, however, that Brienne of Tarth was in Riverrun now. He did not have to worry about who would protect his mother, not with Brienne at her side. Hearing that the woman had bested even the Knight of Flowers in the melee had put to rest any doubts that she would be able to keep his mother safe.

“Lady Brienne, come, walk with me,” the young king bade before turning to head towards the Godswood. The Goodswood here was more akin to a garden than the one in Winterfell and it had a slender weirwood as the heart tree, nothing like the one he had grown up with. The gods still resided in it, though, and he like many of his men came there to pray while the Riverlords would go to the sept.