The cooks were serving the meat course: five suckling pigs, skin seared and crackling, a different fruit in every mouth. I do hope you know how much Joffrey and I love you. Jory draped Ned's cloak across his shoulders and clasped it at the throat with the Hand's badge of office. Ser Boros Blount guarded the far end of the bridge, white steel armor ghostly in the moonlight.
Don't look at me that way, bastard. You'll be ready for this, then. It stood mocking him. I see you have taken a few lessons from me.
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