Two cups of ale were set down in front of them and a knowing glance cast from the barmaid at their closeness and Robb's hand. Jeyne was oblivious. She laid her hand over her husband's as she nodded.

"We can't afford to free them all. Surely one is better than none?" Her heart ached at the sight of suffering, and there was much to see in Volantis.

"She's so young. A child, still."