Catelyn felt her breath catch in her throat. The sellsword Bronn laughed aloud. Come dawn, if they were not in their beds, they'd be named deserters too. The Kingsguard does not flee.
Stannis is the heir. I meant to do you honor. I lived my life beyond the Wall, a hole in the ground won't fret me none, m'lords, she said. I blame those jackanapes on the council-our friend Petyr, the venerable Grand Maester, and that cockless wonder Lord Varys.
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