All Jon had to do was watch. His blood is tainted, that cannot be denied. Uneasily, he knelt, wondering why this brittle king had need of him. As you say, my lord.
You murdered her, he said, dodging a looping cut from Gregor's greatsword. Sansa Stark, that ought to put a smile on Tyrion's face. As Your Grace commands. The ironmen willprove a more implacable enemy, I promise you.
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