“I see why they name you Garlan the Gallant, ser,” she said, as she took his hand. “My lady is gracious to say so. My brother Willas gave me that name, as it happens. To protect me.” “To protect you?” She gave him a puzzled look. Ser Garlan laughed. “I was a plump little boy, I fear, and we do have an uncle called Garth the Gross. So Willas struck rst, though not before threatening me with Garlan the Greensick, Garlan the Galling, and Garlan the Gargoyle.” It was so sweet and silly that Sansa had to laugh, despite everything.
happy birthday @durrandons !! i love you, little menace.
