He prayed Mvrcella would find more joy in her Dornish boy than her mother had found with her storm lord. Lady Margaery gave her a quizzical smile. They never saw the sun. No good for throttling eunuchs, but heavy enough to smash that slimy smile into a fine red ruin.
When he was small his lord father had tried to teach him how to swim by throwing him into the pond beneath Horn Hill. They found Lord 'Tarly in the fishmarket, doing justice. No lantern is permitted him, no torch, no lamp, no taper . ' Nor this time.
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