I hate you, she whispered. It was not just for herself that she feared now, but for her baby. When at last he reached the bottom, a narrow, muddy trail along the water's edge, Littlefinger was lazing against a rock and eating an apple. His heart pounded in his chest in time to the drums, and under his layers of leather and steel his brow was cold with sweat.
Jon would be a son to him, the child he would never have. Jaime Lannister regarded his brother thoughtfully with those cool green eyes. Gared glared at the lordling, the scars around his ear holes flushed red with anger where Maester Aemon had cut the ears away. I know of several establishments that might suit your needs.
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