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The Morning Had Dawned Clear And Cold, With A Crispness That Hinted At The End Of Summer.

It Was Astonishing To See How Angry Cersei Could Wax Over Accusations She Knew Perfectly Well To Be True.

Not All Men Were Meant To Dance With Dragons.

He Pushed Himself To His Feet. “don’t Lie, Sansa. I Am Malformed, Scarred, And Small, But…” She Could See Him Groping “…abed, When The Candles Are Blown Out, I Am Made No Worse Than Other Men. In The Dark, I Am The Knight Of Flowers.” He Took A Draught Of Wine. “i Am Generous. Loyal To Those Who Are Loyal To Me. I’ve Proven I’m No Craven. And I Am Cleverer Than Most, Surely Wits Count For Something. I Can Even Be Kind. Kindness Is Not A Habit With Us Lannisters, I Fear, But I Know I Have Some Somewhere. I Could Be… I Could Be Good To You.

I Must Show No Fear, No Weakness, No Doubt.