He turned to the pasty-faced novice. the maester said. Lord Redfort, Petyr answered. Tour Grace? Lord Gyles coughed, and dabbed his mouth.
His eves, Aeron saw, were now grey, now blue, as changeable as the seas. To hear him tell it, the men of Crackclaw Point had watered their pine trees with blood. We did not come for your signature. Lord Petyr misses her too.
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