Jon grinned, reached over, and messed up her hair. Even the sandsilk walls were spotted with red, and the rugs underfoot were black and wet. He had managed to keep that promise for almost a fortnight, miserable every day, until one night he had gone out the window of his bedroom when his brothers were fast asleep. My lord? Pycelle blinked.
You will attend me in court this afternoon, Joffrey said. She'd liked that a lot better than Arya Horseface. Aerys Targaryen had his tongue ripped out with hot pincers. They don't even smell.
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