She had played the dutiful daughter, the blushing bride, the pliant wife. ' Ser Menu wore white scale armor beneath his cloak. I glimpsed him once at Winterfell. Then the Hound had stolen her and dragged her to the Twins.
And will be. Cersei slipped out from under the blankets. The mother sings her grief for her dead son, Sansa thought, but Marillion grieves for his fingers, for his eyes. and soon, your rightful king.
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