When he was young, His Grace rode brilliantly in a tourney at Storm's End,defeating Lord Steffon Baratheon, Lord Jason Mall Even Prince Oberyn'sparamour paled at the sight of him. With slow, steady, rhythmic strokes, they threaded their way downstream,sliding above the sunken galleys, past broken masts, burned hulls, and tornsails. You think you can have any man you want because you're young and beautiful.
A captive king hasgreat value as a hostage. We must climb down, Ser Dontos said. He is mine own blood. and my realm against all foes inbattles great and small, to protect my people and punish my enemies? I do, Your Grace.
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