Myrcella is a little baby. The steps were cracked and broken from centuries of freeze and thaw and the tread of countless mules, and even in the dark the heights put her heart in her throat. Oh, not so unlucky as all that, surely, Tyrion said. Lord Robert, he sighed.
He had no taste for these intrigues, but he was beginning to realize that they were meat and mead to a man like Littlefinger. Some of her lord father's decisions could do with a bit of questioning. The end of the long summer was near at hand. Yes, you'll pour his wine and see that his bed linen is fresh, but you'll also take his letters, attend him at meetings, squire for him in battle.
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