After him! Myrcella was on the ground, wailing, shaking, her pale face in her hands, blood streaming through her fingers. It hadn't hurt, but the hole in her mouth felt so odd she could not stop touching it with her tongue. Brother, he said as the waves broke white and cold around their ankles, what is dead can never die. Is he dead? She trembled.
I slew him. The rest will ride with me to Riverrun. Now the only shape she had was square. Cedra glanced up shyly at his name and almost spilled the wine that she was pouring.
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