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Game of Thrones (2011) (Sadece dizi, kitap konuşmak yasak!) - HBO

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dreagloth Grand Master

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Stannis Reiz, preview

Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone and by the grace of the gods rightful
heir to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, was broad of
shoulder and sinewy of limb, with a tightness to his face and flesh that spoke
of leather cured in the sun until it was as tough as steel. Hard was
the word men used when they spoke of Stannis, and hard he was. Though he was
not yet five-and-thirty, only a fringe of thin black hair remained on his head,
circling behind his ears like the shadow of a crown. His brother, the late King
Robert, had grown a beard in his final years. Maester Cressen had never seen
it, but they said it was a wild thing, thick and fierce. As if in answer,
Stannis kept his own whiskers cropped tight and short. They lay like a
blue-black shadow across his square jaw and the bony hollows of his cheeks. His
eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark
as the sea by night. His mouth would have given despair to even the drollest of
fools; it was a mouth made for frowns and scowls and sharply worded commands,
all thin pale lips and clenched muscles, a mouth that had forgotten how to
smile and had never known how to laugh. Sometimes when the world grew very
still and silent of a night, Maester Cressen fancied he could hear Lord Stannis
grinding his teeth half a castle away.

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xunn Grand Master

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Stannis Reiz, preview

Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone and by the grace of the gods rightful
heir to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, was broad of
shoulder and sinewy of limb, with a tightness to his face and flesh that spoke
of leather cured in the sun until it was as tough as steel. Hard was
the word men used when they spoke of Stannis, and hard he was. Though he was
not yet five-and-thirty, only a fringe of thin black hair remained on his head,
circling behind his ears like the shadow of a crown. His brother, the late King
Robert, had grown a beard in his final years. Maester Cressen had never seen
it, but they said it was a wild thing, thick and fierce. As if in answer,
Stannis kept his own whiskers cropped tight and short. They lay like a
blue-black shadow across his square jaw and the bony hollows of his cheeks. His
eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark
as the sea by night. His mouth would have given despair to even the drollest of
fools; it was a mouth made for frowns and scowls and sharply worded commands,
all thin pale lips and clenched muscles, a mouth that had forgotten how to
smile and had never known how to laugh. Sometimes when the world grew very
still and silent of a night, Maester Cressen fancied he could hear Lord Stannis
grinding his teeth half a castle away.



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