My lords, he said formally, I am sorry to have kept you waiting. The only time the door opened was late that night, when they thrust Jeyne Poole inside, bruised and shaking. If you wanted me dead, you had only to say the word, and one of these staunch friends of yours would gladly have given me a red smile. I had not looked to see you here, my lady, he said as he knelt.
Please, please, Viserys, I don't want to, I want to go home. He slid his hand under the blanket and cupped a soft breast, and her eyes opened. For a moment he dared not breathe. Across the road, the girl was still crying, her high singsong tongue strange to Dany's ears.
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