I let him loose. Tyrion held up a hand: stay still, it said. Bran looked down. When he raised his sword, Jon went underneath it with a sweeping blow that crunched against the back of the other boy's leg and sent him staggering.
His men pushed open the great oaken doors, twenty feet tall and banded with bronze. Why, only that Tommen may get his wish. I will never father a bastard, he said carefully. The men exchanged sour glances.
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