She laughed again and shook the last drops from the pail. “Well, there you are. Is that wa
She laughed again and shook the last drops from the pail. “Well, there you are. Is that water hot enough for you?”“It will serve.” The water was lukewarm.“I’d bring up more, but it’d just slop over. A girl the size o’ you, you fill a tub.”Only a cramped small tub like this one. At Harrenhal the tubs had been huge, and made of stone. The bathhouse had been thick with the steam rising off the water, and Jaime had come walking through that mist naked as his name day, looking half a corpse and half a god. He climbed into the tub with me, she remembered, blushing. She seized a chunk of hard lye soap and scrubbed under her arms, trying to call up Renly’s face again. A Feast For Crows, Brienne II● other social media, patreon and prints ● -- source link
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