He reads and he -,wites,as if he had been born to it. The Lannistersigil is a golden lion upon a crimson field. When the wind blew, ripples moved across the surface of the lake, chasing oneanother like boys at play. and he never was much use.
even as a child, yourbrother Viserys oft seemed to be his father's son, in ways that Rhaegar neverdid. There were so many that the air wasconstantly full of arrows, all falling woefully short. It was true. He setthe spear aside.
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