four hundred leagues of whirlpools, cliffs, and hidden shoals with hardly a safe landing anywhere. She made her way to his side, lean and lithe in high boots of salt-stained leather, green woolen breeches, and brown quilted tunic, a sleeveless leather jerkin half-unlaced. Your father told us all that you were dead. He would have done worse, no doubt, if Cersei had not called him down to King's Landing to face the Red Viper's spear.
I am charged with keeping the counts. My lord husband has asked the gods to bless us with another son, in case . He will not even let me see them. My efforts to ease his pain have proved as fruitless as Pycelle's.
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