The king is Garth the Twelfth, and the hand is the sigil of House Gardener. in his eyes, his rocky limbs grinding and groaning as he waded out into the sea to smash the enemies. the matter was agreed. Is that a threat, ser? A threat? The suggestion took him aback.
which no doubt accounted for his mother's pinched expression. She tossed it underhand, heard the soft plop as it sank below the water. A thousand lords and ladies had come that morning to file past the bier, and several thousand small folk after noon. orbs of onyx, malachite, and yellow moonstone that somehow made the faces come alive.
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