A deep-throated warhorn sounded its long low note. Do you take me for a fool? The magister bowed slightly. Purple with rage, the king lashed out, a vicious backhand blow to the side of the head. Murdered by the Kingslayer.
They'd let the queen kill Lady, that was horrible enough, but then the Hound found Mycah. Jon frowned, incredulous. I loved that old man, I swear it, but now I think he was a bigger fool than Moon Boy. Sansa's needlework was exquisite.
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