“Look at me!” he would shout as he ran through the halls of Storm’s End laughing “Look at me, I am a dragon!” or “Look at me, I’m am a wizard!” or “Look at me, look at me, I’m the rain god.”
The bold little boy with wild black hair and laughing eyes was a man grown now, one-and twenty, and he still played his games. ‘Look at me, I’m a king.’
“Look at me!” he would shout as he ran through the halls of Storm’s End laughing “Look at me, I am a dragon!” or “Look...