It had been years since his last vigil. the noose around his thin neck, his legs twitching. Inside the litter, Tommen settled back against his pillows and peered out at the falling rain. A smile should be a servant, and come only when you call it.
Sansa filled Lord Nestor's cup whilst Petyr prodded at the logs with an iron poker. The archmaesters. If that's vour wish. King Crow s Eye.
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