Sandor Clegane was stationed at the foot of the throne's steep narrow stair. The black beside his heart, under his arm. Mance Rayder is nothing for us to fear. Ned gestured.
She dreamt of footsteps on the tower stair, an ominous scraping of leather on stone as a man climbed slowly toward her bedchamber, step by step. He looked as though he was going to be sick. But only for a while. Dany felt the eyes on her as she undressed him, heard the soft voices as she did the things that Doreah had told her to do.
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