Why do you always have to be so headstrong? Ah, fuck you, Ned, the king said hoarsely. Sam will remain in training, with the likes of Rast and Cuger and these new boys who are coming up the kingsroad. The direwolf plunged through. The stallion who mounts the world! the onlookers cried in echo, until the night rang to the sound of their voices.
The longsword crunched through mail and leather and flesh. Then surely you have chosen the right one, Your Grace, she said, and a gale of laughter erupted all around her. As the riding became less an ordeal, Dany began to notice the beauties of the land around her. Ser Jorah brought his longsword down with all the strength left him, through flesh and muscle and bone, and Qotho's forearm dangled loose, flopping on a thin cord of skin and sinew.
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