Forgive me, Father. Large circular rondels, enameled cream-and-blue in the moon-and-falcon sigil of House Arryn, protected the vulnerable juncture of arm and breast. She ripped off the rest of her clothes wildly, threw herself into bed, and cried herself back to sleep. It was the scariest thing she'd ever done.
Thankfully, Varys came to me first. He fingered the collar of his order; a heavy chain worn tight around the neck beneath his robe, each link forged from a different metal. Let them make their case before the Iron Throne and the lords of the land. He stared down at his hands, as if he did not quite know what they were.
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