Keep the king's peace, you say. As the maester knelt to examine the wound, Bran turned his head. I am here to serve. Jaime told me how you found him on the Iron Throne the day King's Landing fell, and made him yield it up.
Marillion sat frozen, clutching his woodharp, his face as pale as milk, but Tyrion's man Morrec bounded quickly to his feet and moved to help the knight with his armor. He was growing weaker every day, and it was only a matter of time until Mord's kicks and blows did him serious harm, provided the gaoler did not starve him to death first. The crones of the dosh khaleen came first, with their eunuchs and slaves. A bastard had to learn to notice things, to read the truth that people hid behind their eyes.
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