If the gods were good, each of them would kill the other, like Ser Arryk and Ser Eriyk. He will protect your son. At night Cersei sometimes heard soft sounds, even in her own apartments. I am the queen, Qvburn.
Who are you? she demanded. Water ran down Merlyn's fat cheeks to soak his beard and fox-fur mande. That was so grotesque it made Jaime laugh aloud. Beyond her was a man with a lion's head seated on a throne, caned of ebony.
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