Ned ran his fingers through his hair. A roll of crisp white parchment sealed with golden wax, a few short words and a smear of blood. A dozen caravan guards had come running. And yet, I fear that Lord Varys and the Grand Maester have the right of it.
This I swear before the Mother of Mountains, as the stars look down in witness. After a while, Father said, I don't suppose it matters, truly. Joffrey feigned a yawn and turned to his younger brother. Patiently, Tyrion repeated his instructions, then clapped the septon on the shoulder and left him to his tasks.
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