She's my own blood, said Tormund proudly. R'hllor is not done with him yet. But first camebreakfast in the Queen's Ballroom, for the Lannisters and the Tyrell men - theTyrell women would be breaking their fast with Margaery - and a hundred oddknights and lordlings. No prospect of plunder or gloryto lure freeriders to my cause.
Be quiet now, no questions. Ser Loras. That deadold man can't neither. Thick chestnut hair fell in loose waves to a waist so tinythat Edmure would be able to put his hands around it.
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