I have seen more of illness than I care to remember, my lord. My lord father is quite vexed. I blame those jackanapes on the council-our friend Petyr, the venerable Grand Maester, and that cockless wonder Lord Varys. His sword helped win the throne I sit on.
It was a rambling old place on Eel Alley. Sit, the raven screamed. Her father raised his voice and began again. The maester waited until the door had closed behind him before he spoke.
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