Slowly he swiveled his head. The boy's half his age, Ser Daisy they call him, something like that. Snow? Oh, the Stark bastard. Do tell my lord father.
His Grace the King commands your presence. Lady brushed against her leg. Ned turned away from them to gaze out the window, his long face silent and thoughtful. A mounted warrior rode up and vaulted from his saddle.
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