In the sweltering heat of the bedchamber, his brow was slick with sweat. She was tall and tough and uncomplaining, willing to go wherever she was commanded. ncer and the white knight had probably killed him, and anyhow she was only a little girl with a wooden stick, alone and afraid. Lady licked her cheek.
Oh, gods, close the window! If you swear to me you'll sleep. I swore to defend and protect his children, yet before his blood was cold, I plotted to depose and murder his son and seize the throne for myself. Tell the queen that you will confess your vile treason, command your son to lay down his sword, and proclaim Joffrey as the true heir. Sansa thought she was being silly; Jeyne was only a steward's daughter, after all, and no matter how much she mo
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