Ser Loras pushed back a brown curl that had fallen across his forehead. I never knew such a mistrustful maid as you. He could almost hear his little brother chuckle. What's the point o having some magic sword if you don't bloody well use it? Honor.
We'll have maidens weeping into their wine all across the realm when Loras dies. Maester Aemon was going to a better place as well. — L\DY LOLLYS, her younger daughter, great with child but weak of wit. My lord father commanded him to harry the riverlands.
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