While the highly anticipated sixth book in George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series won't be published this year, GRRM has kindly released another chapter from the upcoming book on his website.
The chapter, named "Alayne," is told from the perspective of Sansa Stark, and is the first chapter told from her point of view since A Feast of Crows, the fourth book in the series. ("Alayne Stone" is Sansa's alias in the Vale.)
The chapter opens with Alayne (Sansa) reading a story to her cousin Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn, the son of Jon Arryn and Lysa Tully:
She was reading her little lord a tale of the Winged Knight when Mya Stone came knocking on the door of his bedchamber, clad in boots and riding leathers and smelling strongly of the stable. Mya had straw in her hair and a scowl on her face. That scowl comes of having Mychel Redfort near, Alayne knew.
"Your lordship," Mya informed Lord Robert, "Lady Waynwood's banners have been seen an hour down the road. She will be here soon, with your cousin Harry. Will you want to greet them?"
Why did she have to mention Harry? Alayne thought. We will never get Sweetrobin out of bed now. The boy slapped a pillow. "Send them away. I never asked them here."
Mya looked nonplussed. No one in the Vale was better at handling a mule, but lordlings were another matter. "They were invited," she said uncertainly, "for the tourney. I don't… "
Alayne closed her book. "Thank you, Mya. Let me talk with Lord Robert, if you would." Relief plain on her face, Mya fled without another word.
"I hate that Harry," Sweetrobin said when she was gone. "He calls me cousin, but he's just waiting for me to die so he can take the Eyrie. He thinks I don't know, but I do."
"Your lordship should not believe such nonsense," Alayne said. "I'm sure Ser Harrold loves you well." And if the gods are good, he will love me too. Her tummy gave a little flutter. "He doesn't," Lord Robert insisted. "He wants my father's castle, that's all, so he pretends." The boy clutched the blanket to his pimply chest. "I don't want you to marry him, Alayne. I am the Lord of the Eyrie, and I forbid it." He sounded as if he were about to cry. "You should marry me instead. We could sleep in the same bed every night, and you could read me stories."
No man can wed me so long as my dwarf husband still lives somewhere in this world. Queen Cersei had collected the head of a dozen dwarfs, Petyr claimed, but none were Tyrion's. "Sweetrobin, you must not say such things. You are the Lord of the Eyrie and Defender of the Vale, and you must wed a highborn lady and father a son to sit in the High Hall of House Arryn after you are gone."
Robert wiped his nose. "But I want — " She put a finger to his lips. "I know what you want, but it cannot be. I am no fit wife for you. I am bastard born." "I don't care. I love you best of anyone. "
You are such a little fool. "Your lords bannermen will care. Some call my father upjumped and ambitious. If you were to take me to wife, they would say that he made you do it, that it was no will of yours. The Lords Declarant might take arms against him once again, and he and I should both be put to death."
"I wouldn't let them hurt you!" Lord Robert said. "If they try I will make them all fly." His hand began to tremble. Alayne stroked his fingers. "There, my Sweetrobin, be still now." When the shaking passed, she said, "You must have a proper wife, a trueborn maid of noble birth."
"No. I want to marry you, Alayne."
Once your lady mother intended that very thing, but I was trueborn then, and noble. "My lord is kind to say so."