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the blue bard went white. “no.” when merryweather seized him by the arm, he screamed, “mother have mercy, no.”
“i am not your mother,” cersei told him.
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even in the baleful glow, cersei had been beautiful to look upon. she’d stood with one hand on her breast, her lips parted, her green eyes shining. she is crying, jaime had realized, but whether it was from grief or ecstasy he could not have said.
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ser kevan remembered the girl she once had been, so full of life and mischief. and when she'd flowered, ahhhh… had there ever been a maid so sweet to look upon?
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“is this the bed where robert died? i’m surprised you kept it.”
“it gives me sweet dreams,” cersei said.
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