Now deliver my message, Tyrion urged. The cloudless sky turned a deep purple, the color of an old bruise, then faded to black. It was your blade I needed, Tyrion said, not your love. Dany touched it.
The left side of his face was slick with scar where an axe had cut off his ear and part of his cheek. Jaime pushed his wet hair back with his fingers and wheeled his horse around. Duty, honor, friendship, what's that to you? No, don't trouble yourself, we both know the answer. Washing won't do any good, Sansa said.
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