branwenslayne:“And if I shout your name?” Harmund demanded. “What then?”“Peace,” said Asha. “Land. V
branwenslayne:“And if I shout your name?” Harmund demanded. “What then?”“Peace,” said Asha. “Land. Victory. I’ll give you Sea Dragon Point and the Stony Shore, black earth and tall trees and stones enough for every younger son to build a hall. We’ll have the northmen too … as friends, to stand with us against the Iron Throne. Your choice is simple. Crown me, for peace and victory. Or crown my nuncle, for more war and more defeat.” She sheathed her dirk again. “What will you have, ironmen?”“VICTORY!” shouted Rodrik the Reader, his hands cupped about his mouth. “Victory, and Asha!”“ASHA!” Lord Baelor Blacktyde echoed. “ASHA QUEEN!”Asha’s own crew took up the cry. “ASHA! ASHA! ASHA QUEEN!” - George R.R. Martin, A Feast For CrowsArt: The Kingsmoot, by Marc Simonetti -- source link
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