25/01/2026 02:23

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I ought to chain you up in the yard and let Bran take a few practice shots at you. Across the city on the hill of Rhaenys stood the blackened walls of the Dragonpit, its huge dome collapsing into ruin, its bronze doors closed now for a century. My favorites were the scary ones. Do it, Dany blurted.

Rivulets of moisture twisted down the back of his cloak. Please, Robert. She screamed. Large circular rondels, enameled cream-and-blue in the moon-and-falcon sigil of House Arryn, protected the vulnerable juncture of arm and breast.