He scratched Summer idly behind the ears as the direwolf tore at a haunch of meat. the way she guards her cunt, you'd think she had all the gold of Casterly Rock between her legs. Have a care for your words, ser, the queen warned. The day had been warm and the room was close and stuffy.
my queen, no, hear me . Robb glanced around. It is so hot. We've had a few light frosts this past week, and a quick flurry of snow now and then, but surely no cold fierce enough to kill eight grown men.
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