Jaime stood. Your king commands. A sword to sing of, sire, said Lord Redwyne. When he turned, they were all around him; an ill-favored gaggle of leatheryold men and smooth-cheeked lads yo
I don't have to. To my wife the queen! Margaery! the hall shouted back at him. When she had commanded the Unsullied to choose officers from amongstthemselves, Grey Worm had been their overwhelming choice for the highest rank. The banners hang limp and sodden, andthe men huddle under their cloaks and scarcely speak to one another.
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