You must be proud. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. Prince Oberyn's spearflashed like lightning and found the gap in the heavy plate, the joint underthe arm. The day was grey and windy.
His voice hadgrown hoarse from disuse. Aye, and you crows didn't want V be seen. Queen Cersei, she whispered intothe pillow. I am only his instrument.
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