The Elder Brother told me I had washed up on the tide, naked as my name day. Silent he stood, drinking in the glories of her body, the hollow of her throat, the round ripe breasts with their huge dark nipples, the lush curves at waist and hip. Petvr had given her a roll of arms to study, so she knew their heraldry if not their faces. Some had stars sewn on their jerkins, sacred stars of seven points, but they had an evil look about them all the same.
Are you drunk, or merely stupid? She slapped the water once again, sending up another splash to wash across his feet. She heard Hibald mount the stairs, and sometime later the knights as well. She was Balon Greyjoy's daughter, and the crowd was curious to hear her speak. Yet she lived, by the Mother's mercy.
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