“That’s the real king of this castle right there,” one of the gold cloaks had told her. “Older than sin and twice as mean. One time the king was feasting the queen’s father, and that black bastard hopped up on the table and snatched a roast quail right out of Lord Tywin’s fingers. Robert laughed so hard he like to burst. You stay away from that one, child.”
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