Behind them, a sleek three-banked trading galley rocked at her moorings. Women, cravens . My mother She was . After a time, he quieted and they rode in silence.
The midnight flight to Dragonstone, moonlight shimmering on the ship's black sails. Eyes watched from nearby windows and doors, but no one was about to intervene. She had known that for a long time, she realized. You're too fat for your armor, Robert.
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