The mob is convinced of your guilt. He saw Cersei's eyes, Bronn's wolfish smile, Shae's wicked grin. And this is Ellaria Sand,mine own paramour. They passed five men trying to drag a dead horse fromthe mouth of an alley, and elsewhere a juggler spinning knives through the airto delight a throng of drunken Tyrell soldiers and small children.
He kissed her back despiteall that. Ser Raynald Westerling bore his banner, thedirewolf of Stark on its ice-white field. Jojen shaded his eyes with a hand and gazed off toward the settingsun. Get in thebed, Sansa.
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