lie was a great man. Four shriveled septas escorted the queen down the tower steps. Many of her father's bannermen were here, and knights who had fought beside Lord Tywin in half a hundred battles. Day or night, the sky was solid grey and overcast, with neither sun nor stars to help her find her way.
Kevan should be the Warden of the West. Send word to Longtable and have Russell pack his best doublet and his wooden sword. When she emerged, soaped and scrubbed pink with her brown hair plastered to her cheeks. Six hundred feet above, the Eyrie was so small she could hide it with her hand, but far below the Vale stretched green and golden.
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