Damn it, no woman wants Baelor the Blessed in her bed. I will kill every Targaryen I can get my hands on, until they are as dead as their dragons, and then I will piss on their graves. Where is my sister? Viserys shouted, his voice thick with wine. Yet somehow it seemed colder with Jeyne gone, even after she'd built a fire.
There's a pretty for you. I want to learn magic, Bran told him. Jon was in no mood for anyone's counsel. She studied the old knight as the galley drew near to a pier.
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