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Mother's Mercy and The song o' the Winter Rose


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" Mercy. I have been singing love songs for hours. My blood is stirred. And yours, I know... there's no wench half so lusty, as one bastard born. Are you wet fore me? I'm a maiden, she protested. Truly? Oh, Alayne, my fair maid, give me the gift of your innocence. You will thank the gods you did. I'll have you singing louder than Lady Lysa." SOS Sansa



then she dreams of Sandor taking her maidenhead on her wedding night and awakes with the old blind hound by her side.



boom goes the dynamite!


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