He leaned forward intently. Illyrio is bringing him over, and he will not see you crying. It hurt like seven hells, but yours must be worse. I will, Arya vowed.
That was close on three hundred years ago, when the Seven Kingdoms were kingdoms, and not mere provinces of a greater realm. Why would anyone want to kill a sleeping child? Before he could answer, the servants returned with a plate of food fresh from the kitchen. No doubt he was smiling. Aggo, cut out her tongue.
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