The king sent for him. His soot-dark armor seemed to blot out the sun. Their blond curls were all a fashionable tumble, and gold ornaments shone at wrists and fingers and throats. A spell would heal my arm less painfully, and they could talk to Shaggydog and tell him not to bite.
Unlike his brother, Ser Gregor did not live at court. Daenerys smiled, and stood up straight. He hung for a moment, dangling, the dark red leaves brushing against his face, until Hodor lifted him and lowered him to the smooth stone beside the water. Yet she could hear, and the valley rang with echoes.
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