A Feast for Crows 4 by George R R Martin

Author:George R R Martin
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“I had hoped that by now you would have grown tired of that wretched beard. All that

hair makes you look like Robert.” His sister had put aside her mourning for a jade-green gown

with sleeves of silver Myrish lace. An emerald the size of a pigeon’s egg hung on a golden chain

about her neck.

“Robert’s beard was black. Mine is gold.”

“Gold? Or silver?” Cersei plucked a hair from beneath his chin and held it up. It was grey. “All

the color is draining out of you, brother. You’ve become a ghost of what you were, a pale

crippled thing. And so bloodless, always in white.” She flicked the hair away. “I prefer you

garbed in crimson and gold.”

I prefer you dappled in sunlight, with water beading on your naked skin. He wanted to kiss her,

carry her to her bedchamber, throw her on the bed... . she’s been fucking Lancel and Osmund

Kettleblack and Moon Boy... “I will make a bargain with you. Relieve me of this duty, and my

razor is yours to command.”

Her mouth tightened. She had been drinking hot spiced wine and smel ed of nutmeg. “You

presume to dicker with me? Need I remind you, you are sworn to obey.”

“I am sworn to protect the king. My place is at his side.”

“Your place is wherever he sends you.”

“Tommen puts his seal on every paper that you put in front of him. This is your doing, and it’s

fol y. Why name Daven your Warden of the West if you have no faith in him?”

Cersei took a seat beneath the window. Behind her Jaime could see the blackened ruin of the

Tower of the Hand. “Why so reluctant, ser? Did you lose your courage with your hand?”

“I swore an oath to Lady Stark, never again to take up arms against the Starks or Tullys.”

“A drunken promise made with a sword at your throat.”

“How can I defend Tommen if I am not with him?”

“By defeating his enemies. Father always said that a swift sword stroke is a better defense than

any shield. Admittedly, most sword strokes require a hand. Still, even a crippled lion may inspire

fear. I want Riverrun. I want Brynden Tul y chained or dead. And someone needs to set

Harrenhal to rights. We have urgent need of Wylis Manderly, assuming he is still alive and

captive, but the garrison has not replied to any of our ravens.”

“Those are Gregor’s men at Harrenhal,” Jaime reminded her. “The Mountain liked them cruel

and stupid. Most like they ate your ravens, messages and all.”

“That’s why I’m sending you. They may eat you as wel , brave brother, but I trust you’l give

them indigestion.” Cersei smoothed her skirt. “I want Ser Osmund to command the Kingsguard

in your absence.”

... she’s been fucking Lancel and Osmund Kettleblack and Moon Boy for al I know... “That’s

not your choice. If I must go, Ser Loras will command here in my stead.”

“Is that a jape? You know how I feel about Ser Loras.”

“If you had not sent Balon Swann to Dorne—”

“I need him there. These Dornishmen cannot be trusted.

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