those are ten thousand ships. It's not that I'm not grateful for the honor, mind you. They ate oaten porridge in the mornings, pease porridge in the afternoons, and salt beef, salt cod, and salt mutton at night, and washed it down with ale. Mace Tyrell was no more than ten years older than Cersei, yet she thought of him as her father's age, not her own.
It is cruel. You know our Maester Colemon, of course. Even then she would not stop, willful child as she was. He filled his waterskin and slung it over his shoulder.
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