MARTINsoon. The trail was steeper, the steps more worn, and here and there littered with pebbles and broken stone. If he's not in his chambers, take as many men as you need and search every winesink and whorehouse in King's Landing until you find him. Sit down, Sansa.
Softly, quietly, he began to whistle. Very well. Her curling blond hair moved in the wind, and her eyes were green as the leaves of summer. Ser Boros and Ser Meryn waited behind him with a dozen guardsmen, Ned saw.
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