Ser Jaime?" Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman."I am grateful, but...you were well away. Why come back?" A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. "I dreamed of you," he said.
George R. R. MartinI watch NFL football on Sundays. I enjoy gaming with friends, meaning role-playing games; I still enjoy going to conventions and traveling.
George R. R. MartinShe remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brotherโs laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.
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