Not his steward, nor the captain of his guard, nor his lady wife, but only Lord Stannis himself. enough to overwhelm what remains of my own household guard. The direwolf sat on his haunches. Each day had been worse than the day that had come before it.
The war would not end on the morrow, or the day after, and his friends could not watch him day and night. For a moment it was as if the direwolf was there in the room, looking at her with those golden eyes, sad and knowing. He razored his lip and chin as well, but kept his side-whiskers, two great thickets of wiry golden hair that covered most of his cheeks from ear to jaw. That is because you do not sleep with a Lannister.
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