He looked somehow smaller and more vulnerable, like the youth she had wed in the sept at Riverrun, fifteen long years gone. A GAME OF THRONES 639 Good. Littlefinger has never loved anyone but Littlefinger, and I promise you that it is not your hand that It seemed to me that it was altogether too fine a weapon for such a man, so I looked at it long and hard.
Why did I need to ride all that way to see Hosteen knocked off his horse by that Tyrell whelp? I ask you. There was something gaunt and terrible about them as they stood there amid the gently falling snow. Behind him flew Ser Flement's purple unicorn, the brindled boar of Crakehall, the bantam rooster of Swyft, and more. Septa Mordane had been very upset to realize that Lord Baelish had overheard them.
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