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Six years ago in King's Landing,

Dunk had seen him with his own two eyes,

as he rode a pale horse up the street of steel with 50 raven's teeth behind him.

That was before King Aries had ascended to the Iron Throne and made him the hand, but even so he cut a striking figure, garbed in smoke and

scarlet, with dark sister on his hip, his pallid skin and bone-white hair, made him look a living corpse. Across his cheek and chin spread a wine-stained birthmark that was supposed to resemble a red raven.

Though Dunk only saw an odd-shaped blot of discolored skin, he stared so hard that

Blood-Raven felt it. The King's sorcerer had turned to study him as he went by. He had one eye and that one red. The other was an empty

socket. The gift bitter steel had given him upon the red grass field, yet it

seemed to dunk that both eyes had looked right through his skin, down to his very soul.

Despite the heat, the memory made him shiver. the sworn sword.

Born a royal bastard, Brendan Rivers would go on to be at first a trusted advisor and

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