you are the Lady of Casterly Rock now. It will be pleasant to sit there once again, sipping cider. The freakish one. You are terrible when roused.
The ravens had gone forth from Castle Black in a storm of black wings, summoning the lords of the north to declare for Stannis Baratheon and join their strength to his. A few more days, and the only roses left in King's Landing will be Margaery and her ladies and a few guardsmen. I won't have her neaT my men. and wait for the lions to come.
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