I am still a crow. Unless my brother murdered Varys too. The mutes and mongrels from the Silence threw open Enron's chests and spilled out his gifts before the captains and the kings. Young, and fair to look upon.
The last light of day slanted down through the high windows, washing the towering likenesses of the Seven in a red gloom. The gold, I think. They had not seen any sign of the man since leaving Lord Brune's castle, but that did not mean he had given up the hunt. Hide him under the Rock and he becomes just another claimant to the throne, no different than Stannis.
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