He had been five years at the Citadel, arriving when he was no more than three-and-ten, yet his neck remained as pink as it had been on the day he first arrived from the westerlands. Are you certain you are not off to some other bed, some other woman? Tell me who she is. As Jaime entered, he almost trod upon a rat. Many a night she had watched Prince Rhaegar in the hall, playing his silver-stringed harp with those long, elegant fingers of his.
The only one I know is the Dun Fort by the harbor. Someone needs to write them down and put them in a book. she told the dark-haired woman who answered when she knocked. Is this my father's notion of torment? Not hot irons or the rack, but simple silence? That was so very like Doran Martell that Arianne had to laugh.
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