he boasts of, it's those ripe breasts of yours, and that sweet mouth, and the heat between your legs. He visited with Ser Aron Santagar in the armory, and they talked of a certain dagger. He was highborn, the son of the most powerful lord in the realm, the brother of the queen. Littlefinger took his time saying his farewells.
He was so startled he almost lost his grip. Had he always been so thin? He tried to remember. The maester said they closed the window once, to shut out the noise, and Bran seemed to weaken. He had not been handsome, but death had smoothed his rough-hewn features and the silent sisters had dres
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