Mord shambled backward, grinning through his rotten teeth. If the master-at-arms screamed for an attack, they would dance in and tap Sam lightly on breastplate or helm or leg. The Dothraki were muttering and giving her strange sideways looks from the corners of their dark almond eyes. That was when Jon reappeared on the crest of the hill before them.
Promise me, Ned, she had whispered. Her hands closed around him. Princess Elia of Dorne pleading for mercy as Rhaegar's heir was ripped from her breast and murdered before her eyes. Shall we begin? When Lord Renly arrives, Ned said.
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