Blood and bone, like a heart tree. Fire arrows, he shouted. All the more reason not to give it to him. You are the trueborn heir of Westeros.
He looked to be atleast eighty, but he wore a studded brigantine and a longsword at his side. Stupid little bitch. You must be proud. Or so I told your guards.
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