, feeling the weight of it, remembering the first time she had touched it, the night of their wedding ride. His broad face was impassive, but his voice was leaden. Bran looked to his lord father for rescue, but got only a frown, a furrowed brow. King Robert had replaced them with banners and tapestries, but Tyrion had persisted until he found the skulls in the dank cellar where they had been stored.
Her blanket fell to the floor. She wondered where she was. Do you consent? Can I refuse? Not if you wish to cross. The tomcat yowled and spit.
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