Tell him you hope that four eyes might see better than two . Metal rang, and a falcon's wing collapsed with a crunch. Shadows moved and lurched. When he had already agreed to foster that weakling son of hers at Casterly Rock? I think not.
The clay was cool and beaded with moisture. The man bounded to his feet. It wasn't fair to take him away from her on account of whatever her father might have done. She walked faster, and her bare feet left bloody footprints on the stone.
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