ten thousand of your chilodren perished in my palm, your grace.. whilst you snored, i would lick your sons off my face and fingers one by one, all those pale sticky princes. you claimed your rights, my lord, but in the darkness i would eat your heirs.
doamne, oare ce i'o trebui atat de mult sa termine odata a dance with dragons?!! e deja cu mai mult de un an in intarziere si NU MAI AM RABDARE
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