You should have told me, she said. His cloak was blue, the color of the sky on a clear summer's day, trimmed with a border of crescent moons, but as his blood seeped into it, the cloth darkened and the moons turned red, one by one. g them pass, the glitter of eyes peering down through the slats of the murder holes in the ceiling as they rode through the Water Tower. His cell was miserably small, even for a dwarf.
He could hear her still at times. Magister Illyrio had urged him to wait in Pentos, had offered him the hospitality of his manse, but Viserys would have none of it. Now he could only watch, peering out through Maester Luwin's lens tube. You weren't s'posed to be here, he repeated stupidly.
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