I never asked for this crown. By then dusk was settling over the Trident. If this was power, why did it taste like tedium? He did not feel especiallypowerful, watching Tommen dip his quill in the inkpot again. Maybe he'll wash up someplace downstream, Arya tried to tell herself, but thethought had a hollow ring.
It was too hard to think . Midday came and went, with still no sign of Therms on the kingsroad. Not at all, Ser Garlan. Grenn sounded miserable.
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