st, take up the office of Hand of the King, to speak with his voice, lead his armies against his enemies, and carry out his royal will. What's that sound? Sansa heard it too, floating through the woods, a kind of wooden clattering, snack snack snack. The bridge was down again. He lifted his hand and rubbed away the tears roughly with a callused thumb.
MARTINraised her hand to shade her eyes. Shouldn't there? Dywen sucked at his wooden teeth. His fingers brushed lightly over her budding breasts and tightened on a nipple. Last year he unhorsed the Hound, and it was only four years ago that he was champion.
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