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In the Seven Kingdoms, everyone was born with a name somewhere on their skin.
Some found it early—etched along a wrist, hidden beneath a collarbone, spiraled over a rib. Others waited years, watching their own skin with dread or hope. The maesters claimed it was the name of one’s true soulmate, the person the gods—or something older—had bound to you.
Robb Stark never looked for his.
Not until the war forced his hand.