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“My granddaughter.”The room seemed to dance around him for a second, the words from Hoster’s lips mixing with the sweetness of incense and sick-person stench.My granddaughter. 

Greg knew a thing or two. Not entirely all that much, but at least a thing or two.

And of those two things, one of them was how people in Westeros seemed to expect things to be done. Whether it was bowing to a lady or not killing lords, there were all sorts of standards and practices that you had to be aware of and at least try to respect.Or at least be aware of.

Marriage was… kinda up there, it seemed; one of those things that were far more important than Greg thought it really should be. Unfortunately, he was finding more often than not that his opinion didn’t really matter much. 

Paying attention in school gave him enough of a baseline, History class teaching him a little bit about this and the History Channel filling in the rest of the gaps. Granted, a ninth grade public school education and basic cable probably wasn’t the best foundation to build an understanding of the importance of medieval marriage but he’d make do.Simply put, lords married.

Easy enough, and pretty damn obvious.They married other lord’s daughters, usually, or sisters or cousins and nieces or sometimes their own — weird, yeah, but not all that important when you didn’t know enough about genetics to care about your babies coming out botched.There were reasons for all this; alliances, land, money, armies, wars.And, of course, kids.Heirs.

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