He was surrounded by men sworn to House Lannister, a vast host twenty thousand strong, and yet he was alone. Maester Aemon listened silently, blind eyes fixed on the fire, but Chett's face darkened with each word. I ought to know, I was there on the battlements beside him. Ser Ilyn's the King's Justice, not Ser Loras, Jcyne said.
I wonder about your brother Stannis as well. His maester's collar was no simple metal choker such as Luwin wore, but two dozen heavy chains wound together into a ponderous metal necklace that covered him from throat to breast. Tyrion hit him again. He laid the point of his sword between Daenerys's breasts and slid it downward, over the curve of her belly.
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