Naked, she stepped gingerly into the water. The water tasted sweet as honey. He was sad. Robert will never keep to one bed, Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm's End.
Ned dropped to one knee. Yet even as they were bundling him outside, saddling the horses in the rain, and tying his hands with a length of coarse rope, Tyrion Lannister was not truly afraid. The gall of them, fighting back. Too quiet for Jon's liking.
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