“I dreamt… many things,” she murmured, eyes turning murky. “The seasons keep turning, and the long summer draws near…”
“Then, can you tell me?” Rhaella pressed. “What will become of me?”
The woodswitch raised her head, and her eyes were now clear but full of pity.
“Knowing will do you no good, princess.”
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Edited by: Bub3loka
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Damn these blue balls!!!! We’re soooo close to the interesting bits, but we never seem to get there!!!
Really hoping we’d get Jon in the capital this chapter can’t wait for the next
Cotton Hill killed fity men and his legs end below his knees as well, so they stitched his feet to his knees.
All this to say, Aerys is weak.
Great work!