Wind whispered through the stable, a cold dead breath on his face, but Jon paid it no mind. A GAME OF THRONES 75Bran's fingers started to slip. It made her feel clean. The sellsword stepped left again, away from the shield, and caught Ser Vardis across the stomach, the razor edge of his blade leaving a bright gash when it bit into the knight's plate.
He smelled like grass and warm earth, like smoke and semen and horses. The servants had lived in terror of him, but he had always been kind to Dany. And lost to her, in any case. No? Never? Tyrion raised an eyebrow.
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