Two guardsmen in sky-blue cloaks seized Tyrion by the arms, lifting him off his floor. He told her she was very beautiful. No one paid him any mind. Was it Merryl? You know the one I mean, your bastard's mother? Her name was Wylla, Ned replied with cool courtesy, and I would sooner not speak of her.
A few torches burnt smokily from sconces on the walls. When he did choose to make a ruling, though, not even his queen mother could sway him. There had been others. Horselord, Ser Jorah Mormont called.
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