You know what stops me? The thought of Joffrey on the throne, with Cersei standing behind him whispering in his ear. A long line of gold-cloaked spearmen held back the crowd, commanded by a stout man in elaborate armor, all black lacquer and gold filigree. The king's melancholy melted away with the morning mist, and before long Robert was eating an orange and waxing fond about a morning at the Eyrie when they had been boys. Now, child, you will tell me what happened.
He could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks. How many winters have you seen? He shrugged. I knew that would please you, she said. That angered the Great Shepherd.
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