Lord Eddard is a second father to me, said Theon Greyjoy. All of them were bannermen to the Tullys, their swords sworn to the service of Riverrun. Theon Greyjoy was seated on a bench in Riverrun's Great Hall, enjoying a horn of ale and regaling her father's garrison with an account of the slaughter in the Whispering Wood. The whip was tight around his windpipe.
Her hands touched the swell beneath her breasts protectively as a roar went up from the Dothraki. Ser Boros Blount was stationed outside the chamber, wearing the long white cloak and armor of the Kingsguard. Did you perchance note the name of this knight you took her from? I'd rather not have him beside me in the battle. By the time he fell, Ser Rodrik was fighting someone else.
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