You do not understand, ser, she said. It was a hollow victory they gave me. What shall we do with this little friend of hers, my lords? Lord Petyr leaned forward. A lens, he said.
We're all waiting for you to wake up. Lengthen the watches. Only death may relieve the Lord Commander of his sacred trust. The sun, Dany whispered.
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