His long heavy braid was coiled in the dirt beside him. Long enough to dispose of Lord Stannis. Now he seemed shrunken, the muscle and meat melted off his bones. What say you all? She must be killed, Lord Renly declared.
Bits of burning wood slid down at her, and Dany was showered with ash and cinders. He was no Jon Arryn, to curb the wildness of his king and teach him wisdom. Fortunately, Mord was one of the latter. If you ever grow tired of Lady Arryn's service, present yourself at Casterly Rock, and I'll pay you the rest of what I owe you.
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