Her words were a knife through Dany's breast. Never lose sight of it. Bran's fist curled around the shiny black arrowhead. He had tried a hundred names in the last fortnight, but none of them sounded right.
The queen glanced at the words. Race you to the bridge? Done, Jon said, kicking his horse forward. Never show them You're afraid, Tyrion reminded himself. Bring him in, damn it.
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