I mean it, Pyp. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. Plain work, but good. Never lose sight of it.
He took her brother's horse in hand while Dany remounted her silver. His baby brother had been wild as a winter storm since he learned Robb was riding off to war, weeping and angry by turns. Ned was not near as confident of Robert as he pretended, but there was no reason Cersei need know that. Jon was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die like that, trussed and bound and beheaded like a common brigand.
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