"Thank you, Brienne," he practically purrs, keeping his steps light, neither too quick nor too slow, a comfortable path for two to walk together. "Theirs are places where titles are not the mode." He sighs quietly. "So many come from times when nobility is a pale and bitter shadow of what it's meant to be; when most nobles have proven themselves no more than heirs to the hand on one's throat, and been cast down."
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