If Cersei cannot curb the boy, you must. His love she might be, but no Redfort would ever wed a bastard. They had served them to Littlefinger, giggling, and he'd eaten so much mud he was sick for a week. The maegi drew it across the stallion's throat, under the noble head, and the horse screamed and shuddered as the blood poured out of him in a red rush.
Ned walked with the king to the jousting field. Even their women were allowed to speak. No doubt the Lannisters will be accommodating. Tyrion buckled on his belt, heavy with the weight of shortsword and dirk.
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