There, he said in a hushed voice. The forgotten deities of dead cities brandished their broken thunderbolts at the sky as Dany rode her silver past their feet. All his life Tyrion had prided himself on his cunning, the only gift the gods had seen fit to give him, and yet this seven-times-damned shewolf Catelyn Stark had outwitted him at every turn. And the Bastard.
How else could they make it look a natural death? Behind her, Lord Robert shrieked with delight as one of the puppet knights sliced the other in half, spilling a flood of384 GEORGE R. He sighed. Lord Walder is well, my lady. Forgive me, Father.
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