A year or a fortnight, what does it matter? He poisonedhis own nephew to gain the throne and then did nothing once he had it. It was enough to break hischarge, but no more. He had not even told the Reeds, though Meera at least seemed to sensethat something was wrong. This is the place Shae told me of, when Varysfirst led her to my bed.
From here to the river, only bare blacktrees remained, a legacy of his battle. She threw back the coverlets. The big one, the gold with theblack stag, that's the royal standard of House Baratheon, he told Gilly, whohad never seen banners before. Worn by the bony arse of Barristanthe Bold and Ser Gerold Hightower before him, by Prince Aemon theDragonkn
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