Mya's a clever girl, and if she vows she will bring you safely to the Lady Lysa, I believe her. He pulled the heavy silver hand clasp from a pocket in the lining of his cloak and tossed it on the bed. Drogo touched her hair lightly, sliding the silver-blond strands between his fingers and murmuring softly in Dothraki. You rode gallantly today, Ser Sandor, she made herself say.
No, please, gods hear me, no. We go home with an army, sweet sister. Yoren sat on a stone, skinning a squirrel. The painted leather burst into sudden flame as she skipped closer to the fire, her breasts bare to the blaze, streams of milk flowing from her red and swollen nipples.
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