Pycelle continued. She had seen Jeyne Poole giving him moist-eyed glances, and some of the serving girls, even ones as old as eighteen . A short lesson, and make certain you leave yourself time to bathe and change. He wanted his heir at his side, don't you see? To watch and listen and learn from all he did.
His surcoat was new, dark grey wool with silver buttons, and a heavy silver pin fastened his fur-trimmed cloak at the shoulders. Beric Dondarrion was handsome enough, but he was awfully old, almost twenty-two; the Knight of Flowers would have been much better. She had never loved him so much as she did in that instant. I am sorry for your girl, Ned.
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