Where are they? she wondered. Glaring, Shagga let go his grip on the reins. It must be torn up, root and stem and seed, lest new traitors sprout from every roadside. Your lord husband awaits you within the town.
Pyp called after him, but Jon paid him no mind. The queen had gone; that was some small relief, at least. My lords, he said formally, I am sorry to have kept you waiting. Lord Renly Baratheon was less sympathetic.
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