The commons went mad for him. Long, elegant hands brushed his cheek, then tightened around his throat. He brushed off Tyrion's hand and strode across the hall. She tried to remember the rest.
By the time he came trotting back, I'd gotten a name out of her, and a story. He wore an olive-A GAME OF THRONES 275green cloak over his soot-grey armor. I sit on that damnable iron chair and listen to them complain until my mind is numb and my ass is raw. Only then did he look at the dwarf.
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