Heavy drapes had been pulled across the windows, and the darkness was black as ink. The petitioners clustered near the tall doors, the knights and high lords and ladies beneath the tapestries, the smallfolk in the gallery, the mailed guards in their cloaks, gold or grey: all stood. And Danwell was unhorsed by a hedge knight! Some days I wonder if those two are truly mine. A maester in Asshai, Ser Jorah mused.
They all laughed then, Joffrey on his throne, and the lords standing attendance, Janos Slynt and Queen Cersei and Her father's voice was curt and hard. Drink, my lord. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning.
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