The Citadel is not what it was, complained the blond. until all this is done and settled. This one was done in shades of green, with a curved wooden tiller shaped like a mermaid, and fish faces peering through her rails. Ser Loras might be as pretty as a maiden's dream.
The senants here were few and old and kept their voices down so as not to excite the young lord. After that there was no more talk about his hand, and he managed to drink some wine in peace. or they do not chose to understand. Alayne tended him until the shaking passed, whilst Mya went back to help the others cross.
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