Father, it warms my heart to think that you might entrust me with . One by one his friends died, and his horse, and finally even his dog, and his sword froze so hard the blade snapped when he tried to use it. His eyes were haunted, his voice thick with doubt. Sansa knew the name, and now the courtesies that Septa Mordane had taught her over the years came back to her.
You broke my wrist, bastard boy. They had no mind to steal our stock, not these, they butchered my milk cow where she stood and left her for the flies and the crows. and, it was whispered, notoriously uninterested in the intimate charms of women. the stump hasn't bled, look .
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