“Well, I’m glad someone is willing to go hunting in the dead of winter, though I’m not sure how you stand the chill. It would be a shame if there was nothing to serve at the feasts but dried meats and preserved fruits.” Domenic wasn’t fond of Storm’s End, but at least no one living next to the sea would have to worry about tracking game through the snow.
“My brother wrote to us when the princess woke. We were all quite relieved to hear of it.” He was sure no one back home bore Gwyn Stark ill, but in truth, he couldn’t think of a single person who had really cared. “I hope her recovery is going well.”