The yard rang to the sound of sword and axe, the rumble of wagons, and the barking of dogs. If friends can turn to enemies, enemies can become friends. Tyrion Lannister pulled a coin from his purse and flicked it up over his head, caught it, tossed it again. He bit at her throat, hard, in the moment of his pleasure, and when he lifted her off, his seed filled her and trickled down the inside of her thighs.
Thorne had never even shown him the proper way to grip a sword. He sheathed his sword and tried to remove his helm, but when he raised his arm, the pain made him grit his teeth. It burned, he said. When they had entered the mountains, he had been her captive, bound and helpless.
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