09/03/2026 08:37

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Too long in the north, all the juices have frozen inside you. Six days and seven nights. She had been born on Dragonstone nine moons after their flight, while a raging summer storm threatened to rip the island fastness apart. Perhaps we should close the windows, she suggested.

These are difficult times. Its great floppy sleeves had pockets hidden inside. Her fingers brushed lightly against his thigh, the gentlest of promises. Later, when the stomach cramps began, he begged for food instead.