Take this one away to await the pleasure of the khal, he commanded, gesturing at the man on the ground. Across the Great Yard, he noticed the flickering glow of candlelight from Littlefinger's windows. If so, Yoren and his companions were a rude awakening. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago.
Jon no longer cared. Maester Luwin pulled at his chain collar where it chafed against his neck. I am a Lannister. No, Ned had told him, bemused.
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