Ser Waymar's mouth became a hard line. He hadn't been up to the broken tower for weeks with everything that had happened, and this might be his last chance. He wore a rich cloak, that I do remember, heavy purple velvet worked with silver threads, but the hood shadowed his face and I never did see him clear. So you are.
Your wife is inside, Littlefinger said. He ran his fingers through his thick grey hair. She will do as you command. Make them stop, she commanded Ser Jorah.
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