MARTINment could be his last. Whatever pride his lord father might have felt at Samwell's birth vanished as the boy grew up plump, soft, and awkward. When he draped it around his prisoner's neck, Tyrion smiled. Arya stood rooted to the spot.
Other Stone Crows picked up the cry, and the Black Ears and Moon Brothers as well. That was your moment. It would not do to lose the light. He gestured toward one of the ragged survivors.
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