Look at what kinging has done to me. Arya gave him a whap on the arm with the flat of her blade. As he lifted the blade above his head, sunlight seemed to ripple and dance down the dark metal, glinting off an edge sharper than any razor. War, war, war, war, it sang.
So she went to the queen instead, and poured out her heart, and Cersei had listened and thanked her sweetly . When she was done she painted the skin with red ointment, covered it with more leaves, and bound the breast in a ragged piece of lambskin. Quickly Jon leapt up and strode to his mare. For a heartbeat he dared to hope.
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