It was different with the townsfolk. Don't be afraid, my sweet baby, Lysa whispered. The man ignored her. Small wonder he had slept so badly.
And when we are done with the Lannisters, he promised, scratching Grey Wind behind the ear, we will march back north, root you out of your keep, and hang you for an oathbreaker. Dany bowed her head, helpless. They don't like that. Or do you think I'm so old I can't remember? I'm ninety and I remember very well.
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