Are there any lemon cakes? Sansa did not like being interrupted, but she had to admit, lemon cakes sounded more interesting than most of what had gone on in the throne room. Bran watched them from the balcony of Maester Luwin's turret, listening to them grunt and strain and curse as they swung their staves and wooden swords. He rose from the bench and laid his hand on the hilt of his sword. Is that understood? It is, my lord, Ser Jaremy said.
A GAME OF THRONES 205 I warned him what would happen, my lady, Ser Jorah Mormont said. He could do nothing but nurse his resentment, so nurse it he did, his mood growing blacker by the hour at each insult to his person. There was no way to soften the blow, so she told him straight. Lysa Arryn is a frightened cow.
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