Hanging beside his dagger was a slimmer blade,too long to be a dirk, too short to be a man's sword . House Allyrion of Godsgrace. I know, I know. She kissed him.
He looked wearynow, though. Two pairs of hose for her legs,boots that laced up to her knees, heavy leather gloves, and finally a hoodedcloak of soft white fox fur. Then he begged leave of his guards toattend his champion. But all that went straight out of his head when he entered the Hand's solar tofind Cersei, Ser Kevan, and Grand Maester Pycelle gathered about Lord Tywinand the king.
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