Hunter drained his wine cup and held it out to be refilled. Even Lady Myranda began to yawn and complain of being wean'. Yet by the time Cersei had finished with her talc, tears glistened on the cheeks of the younger queen. Loras Tyrell had been the last to face her wroth that day.
No, not that. The bells were ringing, and the bears danced down the steps. So have the others in our vaults, and all our rings, and our robes of cloth-of-gold and cloth-of-silver. She had sounded as if a knife were twisting her belly.
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