Half of Duskendale will still tell you that Aens was too kind to her. My lord father. Across the yard, some squire had made a pass at the quintain and sent the crossarm spinning. No man had ever loved his wives half as well as the Lord Captain loved his ships.
Sometimes he cut it short, and sometimes he let it fall loose to his shoulders, or tied it back behind his head with a golden ribbon, but it was never tangled or matted with sweat. He found his sword-belt and buckled it around his waist. Prince Lewyn? That tale Ser Arys had not heard. He wore the chain of coins that had once belonged to Vargo Hoat: coins from half a hundred distant cities
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