He could feel a fluttering in his bowels, a queasy liquid feeling; he hoped he was not going to die sick. The memory made him shiver. Jon, she said. Jon, to the stewards.
In the Free Cities, they talked of Westeros and the Sunset Kingdoms. The Lannisters are not. Yet gladly would she have kissed the maester just then. The king scrawled his signature blindly, leaving a smear of blood across the letter.
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