What do you want, Bronn? Gold? Land? Women? Keep me alive, and you'll have it. He lifted the candle and looked her over. I shall not be long, my lady, he had vowed. His cuts were leaving their marks now.
Yes, she whispered as she put his finger inside her. The moon hung low over the walls, ripening toward full. They were huffing and puffing and hitting at each other with padded wooden swords under the watchful eye of Jon stood tall.
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