Bran's fist curled around the shiny black arrowhead. Mirri Maz Duur opened her mouth, but made no reply. Its ears had been chewed away in kitten fights. You are the blood of the dragon, little one, she whispered as her litter swayed along, curtains drawn tight.
Yet we still must have a Warden of the East. Dany climbed off her silver and gave the reins to one of the slaves. Or do you think I'm so old I can't remember? I'm ninety and I remember very well. Lord Arryn was a prudent man, but I fear that His Grace does not always listen to wise counsel.
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