Don't be so craven, he thought. Kneeling between the bed and wall, she held the blade and said a silent prayer to the Crone, whose golden lamp showed men the way through life. Brienne knew the chant. Ser Osmund, you may escort me back to my apartments.
Alayne forced a smile. He will need me to teach him how to rule and keep him safe from his enemies. She knelt lo kiss his lips. If only it worked that way with apples, no one would ever need go hungry.
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