On the breast of his tunic, the lion of his House was embroidered in gold thread, roaring its defiance. If he had taken me, it might be me lying here . He did not know which was more painful, the waking or the sleeping. He had never seen the eunuch dress in anything but silk and velvet and the richest damasks, and this man smelled of sweat instead of lilacs.
That was when he noticed the bundle in Robb's arms. That was not a charge anyone could lay at the door of Eddard Stark. If her wailing offends your ears, Khaleesi, Jhogo will bring you her tongue. Here, she said, surrendering up her work.
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