Connington glanced into the pit. and his sons and grandsons went off to the wars. The realm is full of kings. Cersei had written in the names herself: Ser Tallad the Tall, Jalabhar Xho.
The dromonds rising on the river would give her that. it is not my place to question the Kingsguard. Just beyond stood Scribe's I learth, where Oldtowners came in search of acolytes to write their wills and read their letters. In their midst was a pale stranger; a slender young weirwood with a trunk as white as a cloistered maid.
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