I hit her twice. These things are best done quickly. But Mother had only laughed and said no, Arya was her daughter and Sansa's trueborn sister, blood of their blood. The grey, with the direwolf sigil.
His eyes stung. His father's eyes were on him, pale green flecked with gold, so cool they gave Tyrion a chill. His left hand; his bandaged right was still too raw and clumsy. Many he found among the dead.
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