Bronn rose, cat-quick and cat-graceful, turning his sword in his hand. As he waited, he was conscious of how uncomfortable he felt. Help him, Dany pleaded. Gods save me, Ned wept.
Ser Ilyn drew a two-handed greatsword from the scabbard on his back. Who would dare strike you? Robert seemed honestly taken aback. Our mistress is honor. Stone kings looked down on her from their thrones, their faces chipped and stained, even their names lost in the mists of time.
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