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It was only natural the battle would happen at the Trident again. Robert's brother and Rhaegar's sister couldn't find a more fitting place for their final showdown.
By this time the false Aegon was dead, the Tyrells bent the knee to the dragon queen and Dorne was in ruins after Robert Strong and his mad Lannister bitch conquered it. Doran finally gave in when his daughter perished with the pretender Aegon and about the same time he received news of his son's horrible end. They said he died of a broken heart and Davos could understand it all too well.
Dorne wasn't the only place the undead giant and the Necromancer's dark armies swept over. Dragonstone and the surrounding lands fell first, and Davos Seaworth lost everything. History repeated itself: the false knight who cheated even the Stranger killed his innocent wife and children. Little comfort did it give him that in the end Strong and Cersei were destroyed by Sandor Clegane and the Kingslayer. Nothing could bring his family
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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