So here is Cersei's nightmare: while her father and brother spend their power battling Starks and Tullys, Lord Stannis will land, proclaim himself king, and lop off her son's curly blond head . When the moment came to toss the dice, I was counting on your being smart enough to know where your best interest lay. ou are at their service if there is the slightest thing you can do for them or theirs in this desperate hour, and that all your prayers go with them. Turnkey! Mord, I want you! He had to keep it up a good ten minutes before he heard footsteps.
My word? The hoofbeats were louder now. We drove them off for the moment, but they will not have gone far. Sister or no, she had replied, if you try to steal my son, you will leave by the Moon Door. Arya could not read the name painted on the hull; the words were strange, Myrish, Braavosi, perhaps even High Valyrian.
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