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Too few, thought Asha Greyjoy, looking down from the gallery, too few by far. Your Grace may trust in my discretion. Get out of the bloody way! The queen pulled back a corner of the curtain and beckoned to Ser Menn Trant. But that was long ago.

Jaime emerged bent over like an old woman, his boots kicking up puffs of soot from Lord Tywin's last fire. Father, she announced as the curtains opened, Sunspear rejoices at your return. He had none of Sams craven blood. That helm of his is not easily mistaken.