In the bitter cold in the shadow of the wall, both the girl with a list and the sellsword found their attempts to put down the White Walkers thwarted by the inexplicable intervention of the towering woman with the close cropped blonde hair.
Try as they might, the agile swordsmen could not get through the guard of the giant woman. She had failed two charges, and she was not going to fail a third.
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Elsewhere, the woman who had intended to distract the White Walkers was instead greeted by an old friend.
"Well met, Ygritte," the King Beyond the Wall said with a nod, "It seems fortune has brought us together again".
It was fortunate indeed. As they spoke, the White Walkers shambled into view. Moving among them was the man who had killed Tormund Giantsbane and the Red Cloaks of the Lannisters who had played their part as well. With Ygritte and the other Wildlings at his side, the King beyond the Wall was able to make an escape from an otherwise lethal situation.
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Stannis Baratheon found himself talked at by an old man who might have been the most hated man in Westeros after Joffrey Lannister, while Westeros' richest man spent the night abed with the woman who had once warmed his son's bed.
As the older man rutted away at the exotic young brunette, Sandor Clegane stole into the room with more discretion than you'd expect from a man of his size.
He drew his blade slowly, using the sound of Tywin Lannister's grunting orgasm to mask the tell-tale snick of blade leaving sheath.
"Time to die old man," he thought to himself, "This Clegane is going to pay his debts".
But as he moved forward towards the sweating back of the Lannister patriarch, a knock on the other door drew Tywin's attention. Clegane ducked back into the shadows and Tyrion Lannister entered to speak with his father.
He'd love dearly to kill both, but one of them would summon the Kingsguard before he could finish his grisly work. He quietly ducked back out into the hall.
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