MARTINQotho wrenched the blade free. You could do it, she told herself. She finished for him. She saw: the knight in his pale armor head to foot, legs, throat, and hands sheathed in metal, eyes hidden behind his high white helm, and in his hand cruel steel.
Sansa begged so sweetly, it would be a shame if you threw it all away. Save your sweet words, my lady. Do you want to see the rest? There was a long row of them. It wasn't Septa Mordane waiting in her room.
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