Life is not a song, sweetling, he'd told her. There is no other way to besiege Riverrun, yet still, that will be their undoing. Mycah and I are going to ride upstream and look for rubies at the ford. I have to wait for Father.
They had no common language. Littlefinger winced. rls in linen shifts and wisps of colored silk pressed themselves against their lovers and dandled on their laps. Thick-fingered hands unfastened helm from gorget and lifted it off gently.
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