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It wasn’t the first time she felt that angry. She lived in a keep surrounded by crazed kids and bastards alike, she knew what madness was. And it was that familiar sense of madness that filled her with hate.
No matter what she had felt for them once at the Twins, they were family. And Roose let her eat them. That foul woman, who laughed and jested as a man, she knew too. They all knew, and yet, the Rat Cook lived.
Not to worry thought. Only half the song has been sung. Manderly still had youngs to be eaten.