Dallas boy. So you say, said Belmore. A plague upon the land. I lis father had spent his life squiring for richer cousins and had sired Podrick upon a chandler's daughter he'd wed before going off to die in the Greyjoy Rebellion.
He would have taken me by force on the Fingers if Petyr had not set Ser Lothor to watch over me. Nute raised no objection: he had passed out drunk some time ago. How splendid. How delightful.
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