The only thing that scared her about today was Arya. Lysa Arryn glanced at her sister coolly for a moment, then rose and swept down on Tyrion, her long skirts trailing after her. The wind swirled around him, gravel crunched beneath his boots, while ahead the white ribbon followed the lines of the hills, rising higher and higher, until it was lost beyond the western horizon. King Joffrey's face hardened.
He wanted everyone to know what a good strong boy my baby was going to be. Do tell my lord father. The silk tenting that roofed Khal Drogo's hall had been rolled up tonight, and the moon followed them inside. Perhaps it was a mistake to hire this Braavosi.
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