As he neared the bear pit, he saw the glow of a lantern, its pale wintry light washing over the tiers of steep stone seats. the saying went, and the other half are worse. You are a prince! she wanted to shout. What I know is that the crown has desperate need of gold, and our lord treasurer is dead.
I am his blood and seed, his heir, his only daughter. The man cares for naught but killing, he thought, as Ser Ilyn emerged from a bedchamber that reeked of overflowing chamber pots. I haven't had an egg in half a year. No one is to enter or leave King's Landing without my leave.
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