[ Even as taken as she is, as wholly claimed as she has been by him already in both heart and body, Alayne still finds it in herself to blush at those words. Bride price, Petyr says, as if ready once again to pay forfeit. There is no godswood to speak of, no sept and no septons, but whatever means they have aboard the ship will be taken before her belly swells too heavily. When the news had come and she had told Petyr (still her father), he'd sworn to her that the child would be born its father's child — not a Stone, as Alayne had been, not a bastard.
The thought still fills her with a giddy sort of excitement that manages to liven her but then tires her quickly. Hands moving, she pulls aside the wrap of her robe to expose her bare belly, the swell of it slight (near imperceptible). ] If you must sing, sing not for me. Sing for the sparrow. Gild the babe silver and gold.
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The thought still fills her with a giddy sort of excitement that manages to liven her but then tires her quickly. Hands moving, she pulls aside the wrap of her robe to expose her bare belly, the swell of it slight (near imperceptible). ] If you must sing, sing not for me. Sing for the sparrow. Gild the babe silver and gold.