This willfulness of yours, the running off, the angry words, the disobedience . Rage twisted his features. He was dressed in brown roughspun, and the soft flesh under his chin wobbled as he ran. Littlefinger sits on the small council now.
Side by side, they urged their mounts off the kingsroad and struck out into the wolfswood. Only the blood of the dragon would ever know the secrets of the fortress the Dragonlords had built, he vowed. They relieved me of my purse when they captured me, but the gold is still mine. As I feared.
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