Surely there are ways to have me killed that would be less detrimental to the war effort.

You have a shit memory. I am yours and you are mine.

When I reached manhood, my father put me in charge of all the drains and cisterns in Casterly Rock. The water never flowed better. And all the shit found its way to the sea.

The queen mustn’t know.

You need to be careful. No one can know you’re here.

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