He wanted to hear Bran's laughter once more, to go hawking with Robb, to watch Rickon at play. I am not accustomed to being summoned like a serving wench, she said icily. The king seated himself, cradling his wine cup. Viserys was seated just below her, splendid in a new black wool tunic with a scarlet dragon on the chest.
Gregor has always favored huge, ill-tempered stallions with more spirit than sense. She made herself sit. Then his tone softened. The others were coming up behind her.
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