Spare me your sweet words, Lady Catelyn, I am too old. A maester in Asshai, Ser Jorah mused. That's the real king of this castle right there, one of the gold cloaks had told her. I suppose, her brother said doubtfully.
Ned's eyes flicked to the king's letter on the table beside him, its seal unbroken. No matter, the king said gruffly. Sam told us everything. The creature is outside his window day and night, howling.
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