Maester Luwin was shown in. He took a swallow. The queen has a dozen knights and a hundred men-at-arms who will do whatever she commands . Beside him stood Maester Colemon, thin and nervous, with too little hair and too much neck.
Small wonder the lords of the Vale were restive. Will he see me? She nodded. The eons have turned them to stone, yet still they burn bright with beauty. Ink-black hair, loose and unbound, cascaded over his shoulders and down his back, well past his waist.
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