The Great Hall of Kingspyre Tower was also known as the Hall of a Hundred Hearths.
Legend had it that Harren the Black had driven countless slaves to build this hall, and had truly installed a hundred hearths, though most had long since collapsed or fallen into disuse.
Harrenhal's maester pointed around the unnervingly cavernous hall, explaining its layout and the terrifying legends that had long since faded.
They crossed the stone bridge connecting Kingspyre Tower to the Widow's Tower.
Wind swept through the broken windows of the Weeping Tower, making a sound like sobbing.
At last, they reached a place deep within the castle that seemed utterly at odds with this stone monster...
The Godswood.
The wood was exceptionally vast, covering some twenty mu.
Its trees grew tall and thick, stubbornly flourishing even beneath the shadows of Harrenhal's high walls.
A small stream even ran through the woods, its burbling one of the few sounds of life to be heard within the castle.
Yet that life carried something uncanny. The bark of many ancient oaks, sentinel trees, and weirwoods had twisted into ghastly faces wailing in agony.
The maester stopped before an especially enormous weirwood.
Much of this heart tree had already died, but its surviving trunk remained thick, and the face carved into it was larger than any of the ghostly faces in the woods.
"Look here, Your Highness."
The maester pointed to another distinct mark on the heart tree's trunk, apart from its face...
Thirteen deep cuts, arranged in a neat row.
"Legend says that during the Dance of the Dragons, Prince Daemon Targaryen waited here for his enemy."
"For every day he waited, he cut a mark into this tree with his sword, thirteen in all. Every spring, these cuts seep this bloodlike sap, just like