14/03/2026 16:20

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When my brother Jaime was unhorsed by the Knight of Flowers, that was his story, no? It was, she admitted. The cloudless sky turned a deep purple, the color of an old bruise, then faded to black. My daughters . They went to sleep in the same bed, cradled in each other's arms like sisters.

Ser Vardis Egen, you were ever my lord husband's good right hand. His bloodriders fell in behind them. So you say. A skirt of lobstered metal covered him from waist to midthigh, while a solid gorget encircled his throat.