Beneath loose garments of flame-colored silk, rolls of fat jiggled as he walked. If she can have a dancing lesson, why won't you let me say farewell to Prince Joffrey? I would gladly go with her, Lord Eddard, Septa Mordane offered. Princess Myrcella and Prince Tommen, Arya thought. It was on the ground beside him, right by his hand.
I vow, the Lannisters lost ten men for every one of ours that fell. A sudden silence descended over the party. A red-haired whore in a wisp of painted silk pushed open a secondstory window. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm.
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