Khal Drogo waved him away. All hail His Grace, Joffrey of the Houses Baratheon and Lannister, the First of his Name, King of the And Ned frowned. Cohollo was leading a packhorse behind him, with the carcass of a great white lion slung across its back.
Cersei Lannister entered behind him, a jeweled tiara in her hair. Kingslayer, Ned said. Can he drive a wagon or sail a ship? Could he butcher a cow? No. It was the face that haunted him most; surrounded by a nimbus of fire, hair blazing like straw, the dead flesh melting away and sloughing off its skull to reveal the gleam of bone beneath.
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