She jumps out of her skin, a soft yelp before covering her mouth. Her charcoal fingers leaving dark marks on her face.
“It’s Sheepstealer! Isn’t he precious?”
This man knelt before me and swore he would not leave me again, and he is out here conspiring against me still.
If Daemon Targaryen don’t get his ass over here this instant—
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