I do hope you are not thinking of sharing my idle musings with our poor little queen? Never. Her women are her castle walls. I'd sooner rape your horse. said one-eyed Yna, who had known her longest, but I pray it never happens.
Arianne and Ser Arys took the lead, with Mvrcella on a frisky mare between them. 'They would sooner be caressing me, I think. Ser Arys felt as if she'd slapped him. How can they leave me like this, without so much as a fire? I am their queen.
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