They were the last of the Targaryen dragons, perhaps the last dragons anywhere, and they had not lived very long. Now that is gall. The fourth sliced his stick in two, splintering the wood and shearing through the lead core. Well, dry leather and old wood, what could you expect? The blade, now .
Sansa had put on a lovely pale green damask gown and a look of remorse, but her sister was still wearing the ratty leathers and roughspun she'd worn at breakfast. Tom looked apprehensive. The singer wept and swore he would never sing that song again, but the king insisted. Ned scowled.
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