' she said, in a quiet voice, what if Margaen' demands that her guilt or innocence be determined by wager of battle? A smile brushed Cersei s lips. He could never have a daughter of his own. Once a group of ragged boys began pelting him with stones, until he drew his sword and ran them off. In the center of the temple she found the water she had heard: a pool ten feet across, black as ink and lit by dim red candles.
You are a prince! she wanted to shout. It would have fallen to Jon Arryn to deal with all of this. Lower a boat. She forced herself to look at even7 man in turn, searching for familiar faces.
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