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Her brother was having a wedding. It was a weird thought. Strange to think that she had a brother, a brother who became king. A brother she must’ve met, years ago. A man she couldn’t remember.
She had 3 brothers, to be precise. Robert, the one to be married, Stannis, older than her, a survivor, and Renly. Renly was so young, her little brother.
Poppy liked the idea of a little brother. Maybe he’d like her too? She’d write him a letter. One he could keep with him, even when she was so far away from him, far from the land she was supposed to call home.
Winter was coming. Part of her yearned for a storm, instead.