Not five feet away, where a wall ought to have been, where a wall would be in a proper dungeon, the floor ended and the sky began. There was no recognition in those fierce eyes, and his son did not even waste a look. With golden dragons spilling out of both hands, Mord had fallen to his knees and promised that he would do just that. Tyrion nodded.
This I swear before the Mother of Mountains, as the stars look down in witness. Notice that he enjoys a fine view of the door to this tower, the better to note who calls on you. The niches were there, as Littlefinger had promised, shallow cuts that would be invisible from below, unless you knew just where to look for them. Dread coiled within her like a snake, but she forced herself to smile at this man she loved, this man who put no faith in signs.
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