He was fairly bouncing as they crossed the weed-strewn courtyard. Her fingers felt thick and clumsy as she struggled with the silver fastenings without the benefit of servants. Jon Snow winced. She hugged her knees against her chest, suddenly afraid.
He remembered Rhaegar's infant son, the red ruin of his skull, and the way the king had turned away, as he had turned away in Darry's audience hall not so long ago. but my father does not love me overmuch, and I am not at all sure that he will bother to bestir himself. I stopped in front of the throne, looking up at him. She could feel her flesh sear and blacken and slough away, could feel her blood boil and turn to steam, and yet there was no pain.
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